"Ha." Elvis, who had not uttered a word since, suddenly laughed. An unprecedented sense of cold blood-thirst seeped into the hearts of the crowd. It was just a single sound but it chilled everyone to the bone, so terrifying that no one dared to speak another word. They all quietly watched Elvis, waiting for him to continue.
After all, this Saint Nazaire chief and that witch doctor beside him were the very ones who had notoriously swept across multiple tribes when they were third-level beasts. Many at present had personally suffered from the duo's perfect coordination and kamikaze-style of fighting.
After the arrival of the Messenger of the Beast Deity, the two of them settled down and didn't carry out any more bloody massacres. But their notable "past achievements" were still fresh in the memories of those present. Now that they were fifth-level and fifth-level… all the more no one would dare to easily provoke them.