Gazing at Leo Ray's smiling face not far away, the old Half-Elf suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness. Beneath the calm expression of this young human, there lay a boundless killing intent.
Realizing this, the old Half-Elf's hand, clutching his cane, couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Originally, while facing the Half-Orc Shaman just now, he had wanted to exchange the lives of the twenty-plus Half-Elves inside the house for a slim chance of survival for the hundreds of tribespeople hidden in the spatial crevices.
There, there were also over thirty Tier 1 and a few Tier 2 elite warriors who might be able to break out of the encirclement.
However, the sudden arrival of a Tier 5 powerhouse and three Tier 3 powerhouses completely shattered his illusions.
At this moment, the old Half-Elf clearly understood that there was no possibility of escape in the face of such an impressive lineup of powerful individuals.
