She walked in front of them slowly, the ancient sacred beast pressure exuded from her body, but the two people behind didn't notice it. The fierce beasts who had come to the three of them, lying in the weeds, ready to pounce on them, however, noticed it.
It was precisely because they had sensed this pressure that was dangerous to them that they didn't dare to go forward but stared at them in the dark and followed quietly.
Amongst them, the Saint Beast with slightly higher spirit intelligence stared at the three of them for a while, its sharp and cautious eyes fell on the azure figure in front.
It was sure that the dangerous pressure that pervaded the air had enamated from this human being. That ancient sacred beast pressure, the coercion that made them not dare to take even half a step even if it were a Saint Beast.
