Half a day later, two large forces arrived at the outskirts of San Tuo Mountain.
Dust flew across the desolate wilderness as the Beastman Army converged like two torrents from different directions, finally meeting at the foot of the mountain.
The sound of iron boots stomping and beast roars intertwined as tens of thousands of warriors formed ranks, flags fluttering, and killing intent filling the air, transforming this once silent desolate wilderness into a solemn military camp.
Amond stood at the forefront, his golden fur slightly fluttering in the wind. Seeing the arrival of the two teams, he strode forward, his gaze sweeping over the two leaders, and he nodded slightly.
"Elder Guhai, Vilute."
From the way he addressed them, one could see the difference in his attitude towards the two.
