All at once, an invisible, oppressive aura emerged. This chilling aura of slaughter, thick with the stench of decay, seemed to solidify the air itself. It felt as if it would expel all foreign elements within, exuding a bloodthirst that sent shivers down one's spine.
Let alone Wang Zhan. Even one of Ta Qing's most capable subordinates—a Hyena general who held sway over a vast territory and was no weaker than the Blood Wolf King, Yu Huan—was so oppressed by this aura that his head involuntarily drooped. His gaze towards Ta Qing held a clear trace of fear.
The same could be said for Ta Qing's "concubines." Perhaps procreation and the continual strengthening of their clan were their natural instincts, memories deeply etched into their bloodline. However, this small space, enveloped by the King-level beast's will, nearly suffocated them. They had no choice but to stagger back several steps, gazing at Ta Qing with a mixture of reverence, admiration, and a desire to draw close.
