Under the faint moonlight, the mountain at the exit of the Burial Ground was clearly seen shaking.
Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva in unison.
Alva certainly didn't think the Beast Tide the tribe resisted was the entirety...
Instead, he clearly knew that the level four Beast Tide strength encountered by the White Armor Tribe was perhaps less than one percent compared to the entire grassland.
He was very fortunate that those truly giant Star Beasts did not appear before the White Armor Tribe.
If they appeared, the entire tribe would have no other path than migration and extinction.
"That big guy didn't come out, we also didn't touch any of its things, we probably didn't truly anger it, thankfully."
After a brief summary, Alva's expression finally turned excited.
