In a hall filled with khaki and vibrant textures, two groups were locked in a tense standoff, with an extremely dangerous aura rapidly permeating the air.
Under the reflection of the Light Crystal Stones embedded in the hall, one side was none other than the formidable Catman Clan of the desert, much like the Masked Man, while the other side consisted of tall and strong members of the Werewolf Tribe, evidently from the same lineage as Vice Leader Lucas.
Furthermore, from the cat paw emblems decorating the hall, it was clear that this was the territory of the Catman Clan of the desert.
"Desert Catmen, do you really intend to defy the orders of Lord Lucas, the alliance leader?"
The scar-faced werewolf in the lead let out a cold snort and said sternly, "The cost of defying the alliance leader is not something your insignificant tribe can bear! Lord Lucas has already said that those who defy will be utterly eradicated along with their entire force!"
