Just then, five white-furred apes came charging out from inside the compound.
Each of the five had reached Tier 25.
They'd already caught up to Ethan's group in raw power.
It couldn't be helped. For the past few months, they'd been eating nothing but top-grade Winged Clan meat. With fuel like that, their strength was bound to skyrocket.
If Skinny Pete hadn't gotten nervous that they'd outgrow him and slip out of control, he would've kept feeding them. At this point, they might've already surpassed the Fallen Star Squad.
The white-furred apes had regained intelligence, but their old memories were gone. So when they saw the Bloodfang Orcs, they didn't feel anything personal.
They just thought one thing.
Ugly.
The Bloodfang Orcs, on the other hand, went pale the second they saw them.
"Stage A… and Tier 25 mutant beasts?!"
The Bloodfang Orc leader's arrogance collapsed into pure panic. He looked up at Miles like he was staring at a guillotine.
