"How could this happen..." The entire Sacrifice God Clan was nearly turned to stone; they never expected this seemingly invincible Warcraft to be directly beaten down by a seemingly powerless beast.
This feeling was as absurd as seeing an elephant being beaten up by an ant; if not witnessed firsthand, who would believe such a thing?
The Warcraft struggled to crawl out from the rubble, its mane drooping, and golden blood flowed from its face, looking utterly miserable.
And everyone noticed that, as it looked at Pickbo, its eyes were filled with fear; at that instant, it finally remembered why this beast seemed so familiar.
"Beast God! It's the Beast God! The first Guardian Beast of the Beast God Clan!" the Warcraft screamed in horror.
