The chieftain of the Jackal Man tribe, Lang Mie, narrowed his eyes as he looked toward the uninvited guests who had breached half the tribe and made their way here.
'Only a few people.'
His unease gradually subsided.
None of these people were legendary; it seemed that they crossed over by using some sort of artifact and special methods to conceal their aura. But to a non-legendary, what could a mere few do to him?
He, Lang Mie himself, was a powerful being with the potential to become legendary. Among all the mortal realm powerhouses within the 'Fang of the Jackal Wolf' faction, he ranked within the top three. If not for this, he wouldn't have been entrusted with such an important task, to manage the entire Jackal Man tribe and act as their eye to the outside world.
Lang Mie just couldn't figure it out; where did the enemies daring to oppose the Fang of the Jackal Wolf come from? Were they outsiders from distant lands?
"You, state your names."
