The moment the ear-piercing shriek from the beasts resounded, let alone the situation on the battlefield, even Wang Zhan and his two companions on the city wall couldn't help but stumble back several steps, their faces pale.
When the noise finally stopped, Wang Zhan subconsciously looked around and found that almost everyone had been affected by it.
Only the old man with the goatee standing beside him remained unmoved, a smile still on his face.
"Beasts can talk?" After Wang Zhan recovered, he found it incredible.
"Of course, they can." The old man chuckled. "The one that just spoke in human language is most likely the mastermind behind this Beast Tide! Only high-ranking beasts can command these lower-ranking beasts, which only act on instinct, with such precision."
"High-ranking beasts? How high?" Song Dongming, at his side, asked in surprise. "Aren't the soldier-level and General-level beasts down there considered high-ranking?"
