These movements performed by a nearly hundred-zhang-tall giant elephant were undeniably jarring.
"If it happens again..."
Wang Ba, however, was not swayed by its ingratiating actions, his gaze colder than ever.
Feeling Wang Ba's piercing stare, Elephant Forty-Nine had no doubts—if it dared to make another reckless mistake, what awaited it would be a punishment so cruel it would defy the path of the elephants.
Quivering, it hastily nodded its trunk to indicate full compliance.
Meanwhile, although this Moro Giant Elephant was mature, it still amounted to little before the Thunder Tribulation.
After just a few strikes of thunderlight, only charred, aromatic chunks of flesh remained.
The fragrant meat and the unique substance it contained made Elephant Forty-Nine's mouth salivate, yet, intimidated by Wang Ba's commanding presence, it dared not move forward.
It obediently waited for Wang Ba's instructions.
