The beasts seethed with rage, yet none dared to make the first move.
Moments ago, a War God-rank early-stage beast had been slapped aside by Ethan as if it were nothing. The sight left the rest frozen in place, intimidation creeping into their bones.
What in the hell is this kid's rank?
His aura was no different from that of an ordinary human. Yet with a single motion, he had sent the old crone flying before she could even react.
Beasts were naturally suspicious by nature—none wanted to be the first to test him. What if this boy was hiding his true power? The first fool to step forward would be the first to die.
The old crone was already proof enough. Though she hadn't died, her face had been disfigured, and her pride obliterated. She would be a laughingstock among her kind.
Ethan himself was equally stunned.
