I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 412

Chapter 412: Chapter412-Sudden Assault
John was beginning to understand that there must be some things nearby that he could not sense.

However, he did not voice his thoughts, merely casting a glance to the side.

Victor, too, had been keenly aware of something imperceptible to John himself.

Vincent Morgan had previously gone to handle another team’s affairs with the chieftain of the Eagle Tribe.

Thus, only Silver Tear and their group were present nearby.

As the guardians of this place, Silver Tear could sense things that John could not—things in the air that made them extremely uncomfortable, yet they could not quite articulate it, feeling as though their powers were being suppressed.

This was terrifying because they relied on their inscriptions for strength; if their inscriptions were suppressed, then death was the only path awaiting them.

John, without changing his expression, glanced back at the warriors and saw the pained expressions on their faces.

It seemed he was the only one unaffected.

“Do not fear, leave what comes next to me,” John said calmly, then commanded the Thorned Rock serpent to swiftly navigate forward.

While others might see these serpents as mere summons, only John knew that if they were lost, he could simply summon them again.

The chieftain of the Zebra Tribe’s expression turned very uneasy.

It seemed that something terrifying had emerged ahead, but they had no choice but to endure it stoically, pretending as if nothing had happened.

John, of course, was indifferent to these concerns.

He silently increased his pace.

The surrounding warriors, already anxious about other disturbances, involuntarily gasped when they saw John quicken his speed.

Although they knew the magical beasts born to them could not harm them, they still couldn’t help feeling frightened.

After all, they were not members of the Panther Tribe and lacked the power to control magical beasts, so they were forced to endure on their own.

After traveling about 3 kilometers, John suddenly felt a change in the atmosphere around him.

A howl resounded!

He heard a beastly roar from within the forest, deafening and making everyone’s bodies involuntarily shudder.

At the same time, the Zebra Tribe chieftain’s expression grew very serious.

They all recognized the sound as that of a beast controlled by the Panther Tribe.

It was likely that the Panthers had already noticed their presence nearby; this was either a warning or perhaps a prelude to an attack.

Soon, John and his group spotted them: about 500 meters ahead, two gigantic wolves appeared.

These wolves were both tall and large, each standing about five to six meters high, with massive tails that draped like capes.

The wolves’ tails, oddly enough, curved protectively over their backs.

Typically, the tails of canine creatures do not curl upwards like this, but these wolves’ tails did exactly that.

“This is bad, they are scouts and they have already spotted us; we should prepare for battle now,” said the Zebra Tribe chieftain, his tone turning grave.

He knew these scouts were not to be feared, as they could simply be killed, but the real fear was the forces that followed them.

If they alerted the tribes prematurely, their plans for a surprise attack would be useless.

Moreover, although they too had the aid of magical beasts, they felt somewhat less confident compared to their foes.

After all, relying on forces not their own always left them feeling somewhat insecure.

Boom!

John saw one of the massive wolves in front spew a fireball towards them.

Instantly, a crater two to three meters in diameter formed in front of them, its insides still ablaze.

The other wolves stared intently at them.

Although there were only three or four, the threat they posed was immense.

John quickly assessed the relationship between these magical beasts and the people; there was a distinct connection.

If the Zebra Tribe were to approach, they would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

Lacking the ability to control magical beasts, they could only engage in close combat, whereas the fire wolves could attack from a distance.

Just the fireball attacks alone were likely to cause significant casualties.

No wonder the Panther Tribe was the most powerful among the three tribes.

This fact alone was enough to clarify the situation.

The people of the Zebra Tribe were very tense, yet they forcefully suppressed their emotions.

They all knew that death might await them today.

But not a single one backed down; this was their honor in battle!

John watched the magical beasts before him and sneered.

Every battle required making an example of a few to warn the others.

He had been hesitating earlier about where to find two such examples.

But now, as if delivered to him, these two had come forward—wasn’t this just saving him the trouble?

“No matter who you are, step back now, or don’t blame us for being rude.”

“This is Panther Tribe territory, you’d better move quickly, or else—uh!”

The threat from one of them was cut short as he suddenly clutched his throat, his face displaying an expression of disbelief.

He felt a chill on his neck, and then in the next second, he lost consciousness completely.

The onlookers were horrified as they watched the direction from which their comrade had just come.

They hadn’t seen anything, only felt the warm, putrid blood splash onto their faces.

In an instant, the thick scent of blood almost made one of them vomit, but he could only watch helplessly as his teammate died right beside him.

Even the head of the Windwolf he was riding was severed!

Boom!

The massive body of the Windwolf crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, while blood flowed freely, staining the surrounding ground red.

The immense cloud of dust settled over the land, leaving everyone momentarily unable to react.

John stood atop the head of his serpent, a smirk of arrogance playing on his lips.

“Surrender, or die!”

Silence enveloped the area; almost no one dared to speak.

Hiss…

Someone audibly inhaled a sharp breath, standing out in the absolute quiet.

The members of the Zebra Tribe, seeing their Divine Envoy’s bold arrogance, felt an extraordinary thrill.

His audacity was extreme, but it was precisely this audacity that they found immensely appealing.

They didn’t even need to say anything more; a single glance was enough.

This was their Divine Envoy!

In a single encounter, he had completely annihilated the Windwolf that had once exacted a heavy toll from them.

Previously, killing a single Windwolf would cost them at least two or three warriors injured.

But now, at this moment, they had dispatched their foe without any sacrifice!

They hadn’t even seen clearly how the lord had struck.

The head of their opponent had already been severed.

It was terrifying, truly terrifying.

This power was unlike anything they had ever known!

This was divine!

At this thought, all members of the Zebra Tribe became incredibly excited, raising their fists and shouting.

“Surrender, or die!”

“Surrender, or die!”

Cheers and shouts echoed ceaselessly throughout the forest.

They all raised their fists, their eyes sparking with an unusual light.

It seemed as if given the chance, they could devour all the members of these tribes whole!

Meanwhile, the remaining members of the Panther Tribe wore expressions of horror.

They had not yet fully engaged with the enemy, and already they had lost a companion.

And a magical beast as well!

No, they couldn’t possibly take them head-on!

Run!