Kapitel 1178: You Can't Protect the Person I Want to Kill!

Even though both sides were aborigines, they instinctively regarded each other as enemies.

At that very moment,

"Saadat, what happened?" A dignified and steady voice resonated.

"Grandpa, there are wanderers!" Saadat Hatendi turned around and reported.

His grandfather, Ghauth Hatendi, was an elder of the Mahona Tribe and a noble.

He was formidable!

Braydon Neal glanced over and saw an old man in a gray robe descending rapidly into the area.

Saadat's gaze was sharp, focusing on the small tree behind Luke Yate. His eyes burned with passion as he spoke in a low voice, "Rare treasure!"

"Inimitable pinnacle!"

Braydon sensed the aura of Saadat and warned Luke.

This was a pinnacle martial artist of the upper three ranks.

"That's not as frightening as an eighth-level spirit beast," the little fool remarked in a low voice.