The group of monsters just stayed at a distance and dare not take a step forward. Because they all well had seen what would happen to them if they did.
The monsters were paralyzed. Even though they were feral, bloodthirsty predators driven by corrupted mana, their primal survival instincts kept them pinned.
The sheer presence radiating from James Maddox acted as an invisible, impenetrable fortress. Watching one of your own kind's strong ones getting killed like that didn't exactly create a good impression.
But they could not run away as well, it was in their nature to look at the humans, even if they could not touch them, even if they could not approach them. Staying there and staring at the group was the only thing they knew, apart from tearing each other apart.
Unless another C-Rank Lesser Calamity Lord or the B-Rank sovereign itself descended from the volcano, absolutely nothing in that jungle would change.
