There was an excited light flickering in Ximen Yeshui's eyes, like he was a cat that was about to trespass on a shallow pond with lots of fatty fish. He could not wait to feast.

    Wen Wan's hands also loosened on Little Nine.

    But at this time, an unexpected change appeared.

    There was a figure that walked out from deep within the place where the Brute Race envoys were staying. An expert that seemed like a Brute, under the accompaniment of hundreds of Brute Race soldiers, walked out from the street.

    As the surrounding people saw this scene, they also became tense.

    Was there really a great battle that was going to happen?

    Everyone subconsciously retreated.

    There was disdain in the eyes of the Brute warrior as he came to the front. His gaze passed by Gao Han and the others. It was unknown what his thoughts were, as he remained silent for tens of breaths. Gritting his teeth, he beckoned behind him.

    There were several Brute Race soldiers that came from behind him.

    Five in total.

    They had all taken off their armour. Their muscular upper bodies covered in black tattoos were exposed, like they were five gigantic bears. They had snow white curved fangs and horns that belonged specially to soldiers of the Brute Race, a foot long. From their appearance, they seemed like beasts.

    Gao Han...