Braydon Neal snorted coldly, his eyes fixed on the man before him.
A chilling aura erupted from him, causing the man's expression to shift.
"You're also at the peak?!" the man exclaimed, disbelief coloring his tone. The idea that such a young man could match his strength was unthinkable.
"Get lost!"
"He's a yes-man," Braydon retorted disdainfully. "No wonder he's stuck at the ordinary peak level. How embarrassing!" His black eyes seemed to glimmer with a hint of red.
"Gawk!"
From the sky, what appeared to be a black cloud descended rapidly. But as it drew closer, the onlookers realized it wasn't a cloud at all—it was a massive flock of pitch-black crows.
"The top hunter from the Dark Forest, night crow!" someone whispered in fear. Those who recognized the night crows looked on with trepidation.
