"Get lost!"
The stubble-bearded young man put down the wine bottle and spat out the words.
As soon as he spoke, the black spear emitted a faint killing intent.
The aura spread around them, and fear gripped the hearts of all the peak experts present.
That was the sharpness of an eon artifact!
This man wielded an eon artifact!
The old fox retreated in terror.
"Still thinking of leaving?" The deer-horned old man was displeased.
Eight of his race's peak experts were trapped in human territory.
If they couldn't break through to rescue them, those experts would likely be killed and enter the cycle of reincarnation.
"Let's go!" an old man hidden among the crowd said coldly. "Leave quickly! Don't provoke him!"
"Who is he?" someone asked.
The one urging them to leave was actually a one-legged bird, an ancient beast almost as powerful as the beings of the saint race.
