Silence.
Deathly silence.
A look of astonishment flashed across the faces of the White Armor Clan people, followed immediately by a fierce expression.
The suddenness of the beast tide's arrival exceeded everyone's expectations.
To appear so densely in such a short time, a beast tide.
This seemed like a heavy blow to the already crumbling defense line of the White Armor Clan.
Alva, who heard the combat information, no longer showed the previous expressions of either shame or pride on his face!
The coldness and ferocity began to surface.
A robust aura naturally emerged as he strode forward.
"What level is the beast tide!"
"Confirm the creatures within the beast tide!"
"Then grab your gear and follow me out."
Alva casually raised his hand to catch the weapon thrown by a clan member.
A pure Bone Gold Shield and a War Axe that could rival the Curved Light Scythe Blade!
At this moment, the cold White Armor War God was back.
