Chapter 1575: Chapter 91: We’re Done Talking

The crowd stared at the sky in horror.

They saw the massive dragon silhouette flash past in the night sky, the sorrowful cry of the giant rhinoceros still echoing in the air, as it heavily crashed onto its companion.

The two massive rhinos collided, a visible sound wave spreading through the air.

"Howl!!"

Evil Wing’s excited roar was almost frenzied.

Because the feeling of abusing the weak... was simply intoxicating for the dragon.

It was the most satisfying moment for it in days.

As it turned and rose, Evil Wing glanced at the two rhinos lying on the ground, its wings flapping excitedly.

The two toppled rhinos were whimpering stacked together in its vision, unable to get up for the moment.

"Howl~~Roar!"

With another dive, Evil Wing opened its mouth wide, instinctively wanting to unleash its Roaring Flame Bomb, but only managed to spew some black smoke from its throat, transforming into a thunderous roar.

A hint of embarrassment flashed in Evil Wing’s enormous dragon eyes, but it quickly adjusted its emotions, realizing that these big creatures were quite intimidated by its roar.

Especially after seeing the two companions stacked and howling, the remaining five Rock Armor Giant Rhinoceroses began to slow their thunderous pace.

Then the White-armored Warriors, already prepared for battle, were astonished to see these giant rhinos hustle and then stop at the edge of the thick grass.

The five rhinos surrounded their two companions, using their heads to lift them up.

All the rhinos lifted their heads to look at the massive silhouette swirling in the night sky.

"Moo~"

"Ang~"

The sounds were filled with submission and flattery.

Then, under the crowd’s shocked gaze, the rhinos turned and charged into the vast grassland.

The two previously flung rhinos, intentionally or not, stomped heavily near Edgewood’s fallen spot.

One even turned its neck to look.

In Edgewood’s desperate and angry gaze, the seven rhinos...

Gallantly fled away.

Poof!

At this moment, his chest, already struggling, couldn’t hold anymore, a tickle in the throat, and he instantly spewed a mist of blood.

These damned beasts!

How did he end up bringing such cowardly ones out?

His vision began to blur, now he wished he could immediately get up and pierce those rhinos’ heads one by one with a spear.

No, he must run back.

The White Armor Tribe had already torn the face mask off, he must survive to bring back the news.

He cannot die.

Thinking of this, Edgewood forced himself to endure the constant pain in his bones, straining to straighten his arm to lift his body.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the strong airflow carrying sand and mud slapped his face, Evil Wing skimmed low, those fierce eyes leered at Edgewood’s face, disdainfully, before soaring back up into the sky, flying afar.

The consumption on this planet was too great.

Evil Wing didn’t see flying a few more seconds in the night sky as enjoyment, better to return to sleep and digest the crystal stone.

Evil Wing left, but it left a deep shadow and shock on the fallen Edgewood.

The massive, almost suffocating body was entirely metallic!

The pieces of dragon scales gleaming with metallic luster were clearly visible at such proximity.

What is this creature?

A newly emerged Star Desolate Beast?

It seemed uninterested in him.

That was simply wonderful...

Edgewood continuously felt fortunate, regardless of the mud splattered on his face, he bit his teeth wanting to rise.

As long as he can escape... as long as he can escape he...

As he kept muttering encouragement to himself, a slight disturbance in the airflow gently brushed on his face.

Hmm?

Edgewood’s eyes refocused, and his pupils instantly shrunk to a dot.

The figure draped in dark gold armor quietly stood before him.

The face armor retracted, revealing a youthful yet weathered face.

A soft voice echoed in the swaying reeds, "I’ve come to kill you..."

The voice carrying a deathly aura issued, Edgewood’s eyes instantly widened, infinite fear amplifying within.

The opponent precisely repeated the words he previously roared with laughter on the eagle’s back.

"... Then what?"

A foot lifted in his view, instantly enlarging boundlessly.

With a muffled thud.

Edgewood, who had just raised his body but hadn’t yet spoken, was stomped heavily back into the mud.

This foot...

His ribs broke.

The intense pain made him instinctively want to scream out.

But that foot firmly stomped on his chest, leaving no chance to even breathe.

His face began turning red in the hypoxic state.

The more Edgewood struggled, the greater the pain in his chest became, making breathing even harder.

"Don’t... kill... me..."

With a reddened face, the survival instinct finally squeezed out these four words amidst Edgewood’s struggle.

Rustling sounds began emerging from the brush behind, as the warriors of the White Armor Tribe gradually gathered around, all looking respectfully at the figure with one foot on Edgewood.

Capable of summoning giant flying beasts, capable of slaughtering Rock Armor Giant Rhinoceroses single-handedly.

With such immense power, the displayed dominance and aggression only became more fitting.

Not only did it not feel incompatible, but it made respect rise more profoundly from the heart.

Under the starlit sky, the utmost respect is always for the strong.

Mu Fan lowered his eyelids, looking at Edgewood without any emotion, his left hand slowly lifting.

"Unfortunately, we’ve already finished talking between us."

A massive sense of impending death surged in Edgewood’s heart.

"—No!"

The Ghost Energy Light Blade quietly withdrew, the heavy Dark Gold Short Stick spun gently in Mu Fan’s hand, and then swung down mightily!

Bang—Boom!

That club strongly crashed onto Edgewood’s chest, shattering all his bones, his body arched like a shrimp, the ground beneath instantly webbed with cracks.

Edgewood’s body embedded into the soil with an unnatural bend, vitality fading in his eyes, his mouth still agape in that pleading pose.

The moist wind rustled across the grassland, brushing over everyone’s cheeks present.

The warriors of the White Armor Clan simultaneously became solemn, then simultaneously stomped the ground, palms clapping their shoulders.

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

Sound escalating from small to large, eventually forming a sound wave.

This was the White Armor Tribe’s tribute to the warrior.

Killing Edgewood meant everything that happened here would be completely sealed.

The White Armor Tribe finally transformed passively into actively!

"Faraway strong one, this area under the stars is the warrior’s territory, White Armor Tribe. May I ask, who are you?"

The White-armored Warriors stepped aside, a tall, strong, extremely masculine figure emerged, heading towards Mu Fan’s back.

Alva’s voice carried respect for a fellow strong one.

Irrespective of interests, it’s admiration between men.

Right hand placed on his chest, gently raised, his entire armor retreated like a tide and disappeared.

Mu Fan turned, calmly looking behind him.