Amastan’s anger was burning when he saw that. ‘Darryl is really powerful; he killed so many of my warriors in the blink of an eye.’

Donoghue had a grin on his face. He stood to the side, watching the battle. He was not fully dedicated to joining the Raksasa Tribe and he intended to use the Raksasa Tribe to deplete Darryl’s energy. When he saw both parties start to battle, naturally he was delighted and felt free.

Amastan was furious as he waved his bone blade. “Kill him and break him into pieces!”

‘No matter what, Darryl must be killed today. I must not let him leave here alive!’ he thought.

Bang! Bang!

When they heard Amastan’s angry roar, 12 huge figures among the crowd charged straight for Darryl. They were the Twelve Gods of the Raksasa Tribe.

The Twelve Gods had natural godly power and were talented in cultivation. They were the Raksasa King’s personal guard and responsible for protecting Raksasa King’s security. They were also Amastan’s secret weapon.

However, on that day,