The predators growled at the man's command, their muscles bulging through their thick hides, and their feral eyes locking onto Adam's figure.
Yet, he returned their glare without fear. Although his bones would hold on and wounds would heal, he had no chance in a melee fight against tier-seven magical beasts. Even worse, he could die if they ripped his neck off.
But since everyone had felt his energy by now, he shrugged as his heart poured an inexhaustible ocean of mana into his circuits.
The beasts froze in their movements, their posture lowering and their eyes narrowing as if aware that Adam was no mere prey but a predator equal to them.
Their nostrils widened, bypassing the overwhelming stench of blood to take in the kid's scent before their limbs trembled, and they took an uncontrollable step back. Why did human, beast, and a horrible smell meld in him?
