An explosive shout erupted amidst the mercenaries, “Why have you all stopped? What’s going on?”

A tall, fierce champion pushed his way through the crowds. Towering over three meters tall, he was extremely well-built and a single arm of his was larger than an ordinary person’s thigh. His sinister-looking armor was as thick as a palm, with large spikes jutting out of his shoulders, elbows, and knees.

His aura was toward the chaotic side, tainted with wisps of black arachnid energy. It turned out that he was a hybrid between a human and an arachne. Apparently, his giant frame—brought about by his arachne bloodline—had facilitated his cultivation, allowing him to reach the rank-fifteen that he was now. Compared to the black-armored champion, he was superior both in terms of defense and power.

Qianye still remained unfazed even as this giant of a man made his appearance.

The man’s narrowed eyes almost seemed to spew out lightning. “I’m Wildthunder Wang Zhan of Stormwind Fury, who are you? Were you the one who killed all my brothers here?”

Qianye finally opened his eyes. Ignoring the second question, he replied, ...