His intuition told him that danger was quietly approaching.
"Beixing, I have a feeling that something's not right..." Alina's delicate frame trembled slightly, her voice full of worry.
A woman's natural sixth sense made her vaguely uneasy.
[Host, do not become complacent.] The Persuasion System's voice echoed once more, earnest and weighty.
[Although the Barbarian Race is not something to fear, if anything unexpected happens, the consequences are unimaginable.]
Upon hearing this, Zhang Beixing's lips curled into a slight smile.
He stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an extraordinary aura.
"Rest assured, everyone. Mere barbarians cannot halt my steps." His voice was calm and collected, imbued with an unsettling confidence.
"Today, I shall show them just how vulnerable the so-called 'Barbarian Warriors' are before me!"
His words landed with undeniable impact.
However, just at that moment...
