"This guy, isn't he just too strong?"
A stocky middle-aged Beastman with three scars on his face watched helplessly as his companions were knocked down one by one, gritting his teeth unwillingly.
Up till now, he still didn't know how that man managed to accurately find every Beastman from within the bushes.
But he had to take action; this was the battlefield, and not fighting meant death.
Ayoy admitted that the man was strong, but with just him and his giant wolf for movement, it was only two of them.
If he could lead them into a trap, using numbers to compensate for the disparity in strength, there was definitely still a chance to defeat him.
Ayoy rhythmically tapped on the tree trunk, sending signals to organize the team to unite against the enemy.
But the man weaving through the trees was already moving so fast that they couldn't catch his traces.
In the span of a few breaths, the Beastmen who tried to join forces were scattered by that man.
