Through the dim light, an enormous army came into sight. Each soldier wore the same armor made of black animal hide, and they towered over 2 meters tall with a long black sword in each of their hands. There were so many of them that the earth moved as they marched.

A gigantic chariot made of animal bones and fastened on the backs of four colossal beasts galloped ahead of the troops. The fierce beasts had shiny coats, and they were about 20 meters in length with razor-sharp fangs and claws. A tall, muscular frame in shiny black armor stood proudly on top of the chariot. His hair was down; it looked untamed as the wind blew on it—that was the Raksasa King. His sons, Alaric and Amastan, stood behind him.

"What? The Raksasa Tribe is launching an attack?!"

All of the defense forces froze in place. Most trembled at the scale and fearsome aura of the Raksasa Army. They realized that their opponents were at least at Martial Saint or higher levels. No one knew about the Raksasa King's stren