Wei Long grinned widely, his sadistic dinosaur mouth stretching in amusement as he stared down at the four trembling elders. Their bodies shook, their Qi reserves nearly depleted, their robes tattered from the backlash of their shattered formations.
He could smell it—fear. The thick, intoxicating scent of prey that knew there was no escape.
For a brief moment, he simply stood there, towering over them like a tyrant, letting the weight of despair sink into their bones. Then, with deliberate slowness, he took a single step forward.
The ground quaked.
Elder Xang flinched. Elder Bao sucked in a breath. Elder Huo's pupils shrank. Elder Xun clenched his trembling fists.
They had no fight left in them.