Standing several ters away from the town gate, Thoren silently observed the endless flow of people moving in and out of the settlent with an indifferent expression upon his face.
He stood directly at the center of the road without the slightest intention of moving aside.
That single action imdiately attracted countless gazes toward him.
Both the human awakeners and the Jackal Beastn stared at him in shock and confusion. Their expressions were filled with puzzlent while whispers spread rapidly through the crowd like wildfire.
For many of them, this was the very first ti they had ever witnessed a human daring enough to stand openly before the town gate in such a provocative manner.
Slowly, the atmosphere outside the gate began changing.
The lively sounds gradually faded while tension thickened heavily in the air.
Every nearby human instinctively retreated several steps backward. Fear appeared upon their faces while nervousness spread through the crowd. The town had already beco increasingly unstable during the previous hours.
Now, another madman had appeared openly challenging the authority of the Jackal Beastn.
Growl!
The nearby Beastn instantly beca furious. Their eyes burned violently while hatred twisted their savage faces.
How dare a re human look down upon them so openly?
This was humiliation.
This was provocation.
Such disrespect could never be tolerated.
Without waiting for the gate guards to react, five massive Dune Scavengers had already begun marching toward Thoren with murderous intent.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Their heavy footsteps shook the dusty road while their guttural growls deepened continuously. Their jagged teeth scraped loudly against each other while saliva dripped from their mouths.
Their crimson eyes radiated savage bloodlust.
Inside their minds, countless thods of torture had already appeared. They wanted to rip the human apart slowly while listening to his screams echo through the gate.
To them, humans were nothing more than slaves.
Weak creatures.
Disposable prey.
Yet this insignificant human dared to challenge their race publicly.
Then he would die publicly.
Watching the five Dune Scavengers surround the silver haired youth, the Jackal Beastman guards gradually slowed their approach. Cruel amusent appeared upon their faces while several of them sneered mockingly.
In their minds, the outco had already been decided.
The foolish human would soon be reduced to torn flesh and broken bones scattered across the road.
Unfortunately for everyone present, they had overlooked one critical detail.
One thing capable of changing everything entirely.
The true ga changer.
Thoren calmly stared at the five approaching Dune Scavengers without the slightest fluctuation appearing within his expression.
To him, they were beneath notice.
Without hesitation, he took another step forward.
Then another.
His movents were slow and deliberate.
asured.
Steady.
Filled with cold authority and terrifying confidence.
Howl!
The five Dune Scavengers finally lost control of their rage. Their furious howls exploded throughout the entrance while they charged directly toward Thoren with raised weapons.
Whoosh!
Before the Beastn could even cross half the distance separating them, five cloaked figures suddenly flashed past Thoren at horrifying speed.
Everything happened too quickly.
Most onlookers could not even register what had occurred.
The next mont, violent sounds exploded through the air.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Thud! Thud!
Bodies collapsed heavily onto the ground like shattered logs.
Each Dune Scavenger had been cut apart cleanly in a single strike. Blood erupted violently from severed wounds while dismbered limbs crashed across the dusty road.
The cloaked figures instantly returned behind Thoren in perfect silence while the silver haired youth continued walking forward calmly as though nothing had happened.
Gasps imdiately erupted from every direction.
Many humans covered their mouths in horror.
Fear spread rapidly throughout the crowd.
So people could not even believe what they had just witnessed.
Who were those cloaked figures?
How were they so terrifyingly powerful?
Countless questions flooded the minds of the onlookers, yet nobody possessed the answers.
The more they stared at the silver haired young man, the more they realized he was far from ordinary.
Previously, most people had believed his actions were suicidal foolishness. They thought he was rely another arrogant human about to throw away his life aninglessly.
Now, their thoughts had completely changed.
Although many still believed he would eventually die inside the town, their previous disdain and pity had vanished completely.
In their place remained fear.
Curiosity.
Admiration.
The Jackal Beastman guards stood frozen while staring at the corpses of their fallen kinsn.
The cruel smiles previously hanging upon their faces had disappeared entirely. Their grips tightened around their weapons while fury began replacing their shock.
Slowly, murderous rage exploded from their bodies.
Howl!
The guards released savage beastial roars before charging forward recklessly. They wanted nothing more than to rip the human apart with their bare claws and drink his blood upon the road.
Whoosh!
The Beastn had barely taken several steps before the cloaked figures suddenly appeared directly before them once again.
Danger!
Their instincts scread violently.
Every fiber of their bodies warned them of imdiate death. Unfortunately, realization arrived far too late.
Cold blades flashed before their eyes suddenly.
Swiss! Swiss! Swiss!
Three severed heads flew high into the air.
The heads spun several tis before crashing wetly against the ground. Their expressions remained frozen with shock and terror even after death.
Monts later, their headless bodies collapsed heavily while thick blood erupted violently from their necks like broken dams.
The surrounding area instantly beca deathly silent.
Nobody dared move.
Nobody dared breathe loudly.
The only sound remaining was the calm and steady footsteps of Thoren as he continued walking directly toward the town gate.
Only now did the crowd finally notice the remaining cloaked figures standing silently behind him.
Ten figures followed him quietly like shadows of death.
Their cloaks concealed their entire bodies completely while suppressing every trace of their aura. No one could sense strength, life force, or even presence from them.
That concealnt was precisely why the crowd had ignored them earlier.
They had seed insignificant.
Invisible.
Yet who could have imagined those silent figures were nothing less than ruthless soul harvesters?
Watching the young man walk calmly through the gate while corpses littered the road behind him, countless people involuntarily inhaled cold breaths.
The oppressive atmosphere beca even heavier.
Fear gripped every heart tightly.
Inside the crowd, several human awakeners exchanged uneasy glances secretly.
So felt excitent rising within them.
Others felt despair.
The balance inside Jackal Town had already begun collapsing long before this mont.
Now, Thoren had openly slaughtered the Jackal Beastn directly before the gate without hesitation.
This was no longer a simple provocation.
This is war.
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