Before long, Lear led the army to their target—a group of Rhino-n occupying the cat grass.
Their location was a sparsely vegetated grassland, much more barren than where the Scythe Mantis people resided.
The appearance of these beings matched their na, resembling standing rhinos.
They had a pair of closely set double horns on their head, with the lower one longer than the upper.
They were so robust they could be described in exaggerated terms—their body’s cross-section almost matched their height!
Like a lump of flesh squatting on the ground.
Interestingly, they didn’t seem bloated; the muscles on their body bulged distinctly.
Like a demonic, muscled figure... evoking a strong visual impact.
They wore no armor or clothing, their thick gray rhinoceros hide seemingly resilient from a distance.
Swords and sabers could hardly harm them.
Estimating their numbers, there must be about fifteen or sixteen squadrons.
And at the edge of the grassland lay several hundred bodies, seemingly left by so Boar-n.
This added a touch of scarlet to the air.
Overall, the Rhino-n gave Lear a feeling of sturdiness, strength, and ferocity.
If these warriors were equipped with heavy armor and wielded long sabers, they might be able to withstand a cavalry charge.
Upon seeing the Weilu City army appear, the Rhino-n imdiately beca vigilant, yet no one made a move or spoke provocatively, rely glancing repeatedly toward the depths of the grassland.
After a while, a Rhino-man leader, stronger than the others by several degrees, parted the crowd and walked out slowly.
This 4-ter-tall robust warrior, accompanied by hundreds of guards, erged from a hundred ters within the grassland to face the force of Weilu City.
"Outsiders, we only have grassland here, nothing of the treasure you seek..."
A deep voice resounded in the sky, carrying an undertone of helplessness.
The other side seemingly didn’t want to start a battle.
Lear keenly sensed this attitude, a thought flickered in his heart... directing the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King to move forward.
The Two-headed Giant Chief followed closely, the Great Demon flew low, and the chanical Flying Dragon circled a hundred ters in the air.
The army behind was on high alert, their fierce eyes fixed on the Rhino-n.
If these creatures dared desecrate the great Sovereign, they would teach them a lesson with their war sabers.
This scene instantly brought about a powerful sense of oppression.
The Rhino-man leader frowned even deeper.
This was already the fourth wave... slaughtering these foreign beings brought the Rhino-n no benefit.
He felt deeply exhausted, given a choice, who would willingly deal endlessly with these invading beings.
Damned rules, why must they bind them?!
The majestic Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King raised its head and approached the Rhino-man leader slowly, stopping fifty ters away.
Lear gazed over.
This Rhino-man leader was a hero unit, its level wasn’t low either, 4 stars potential, level 14.
Combined with those explosive muscles, it was clear at a glance this was not a lifeform to be trifled with.
The scattered fragnts and remains around also confird this fact.
"Outsider, I don’t wish to fight with you..."
The Rhino-man leader made no attempt to hide his stance.
"Regardless of victory or defeat, we would gain nothing..."
"I have nothing you want here."
He only wanted his people to survive; why was it so difficult?
The Rhino-man leader felt a bit weary.
Lear squinted slightly.
"War is not sothing you can avoid just because you wish to; the power to decide is not in your hands."
With that, he added another sentence.
"Do you know the current situation?"
The Rhino-man leader shook his head.
"Our souls have been bound to this plane, unable to leave... we’re unaware of the changes outside."
Lear was slightly surprised.
Soul-bound to the plane, this was indeed peculiar.
"Have you not tried to leave?"
"Of course, we tried, but the cost was tragic... we originally had over ten thousand clan mbers, now only over a thousand remain."
The Rhino-man leader glanced at his kin behind him, sighed, and said nothing more.
Lear noticed this, a thought crossed his mind.
"If I can take you away, would you be willing?"
"Take us away? Our souls are anchored by the plane rules. Leaving the plane would cause our souls to wither and die within three hours."
The Rhino-man leader didn’t mind revealing the reason for his limitations.
"Do you think you can break the plane rules?"
If it were that easy, they’d have left long ago...
Lear looked toward the Rhino-n, sensing carefully, a slight smile played at his lips.
His tone was assured.
"With ease."
The Rhino-man leader smiled wryly.
"How can I trust you?"
He didn’t want to go to battle, wasting clan lives unnecessarily, yet wasn’t foolish enough to believe just any word.
Lear looked to the guard beside him.
"In the na of the Master of Weilu City, Master of Marshes, I grant you freedom!"
As his voice fell, a vast, surging power arose.
In an instant, the skies dimd, all beings bowed.
A sacred, inviolable power swept through like a tsunami.
It directly pierced the soul of the Rhino-man, shattering the anchor binding him to this plane.
Simultaneously... Lear imprinted an indelible mark within.
Sensing the terrifying pressure, all the Rhino-n shuddered in their hearts.
The Rhino-man leader was filled with shocking disbelief.
Divine... Divine Spirit?!
This exceedingly youthful-looking Human Lord before them was actually a Divine Spirit of supre power?!
That soul-penetrating pressure could in no way be fake.
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