The Professional Pitfall Digger

“Roar!”

The valley was filled with the furious roars of ferocious beasts as if they could shatter the heavens and earth.

Countless ferocious beasts, stretching as far as the eye could see, grew increasingly fierce.

These beasts had tough hides, and immense strength, and weighed tens of thousands of pounds.

They charged towards the formation of the Tata Tribe like a mountain crashing down.

“Boom!”

The radiant light of runic treasures soared into the sky, resembling a magnificent display of fireworks, yet carrying immense destructive power.

Finally, as the formation of sword-wielding warriors began to falter, the first casualty among the human elites appeared.

Following that, the formation collapsed, and numerous powerful Tata Tribe warriors perished under the iron hooves of the ferocious beasts, leaving no trace of their remains.

“Patriarch, the formation has been broken!”

An elderly member of the Tata Tribe revealed an anxious expression.