The sea of fire spread.
The Minotaurs suddenly plunged into panic.
These Minotaurs were ultimately just created with a secret technique, and compared to real Minotaurs, they were undoubtedly far inferior. In a certain sense, they could only be considered beasts, not Beastmen. Their only purpose was for sacrifice, not to truly exist as tribesmen.
At this moment, facing the sea of fire, they naturally showed the panic of beast instincts.
Even though there were a few real Minotaurs among them, amid thousands of chaotic Minotaurs, they were not too conspicuous.
This result, without doubt, made a Tier Two Peak Minotaur somewhat anxious.
"Damn it!"
The fierce voice of a Tier Two Peak Minotaur rang out, and the next moment a bloody aura rose from its body.
"Boom!"
A strong aura exploded.
Pelos's figure was directly blown away.
"Spurt!"
A mouthful of blood was spat out, and the magic aura on his body even began to flicker unsteadily for a moment.
