Out of the stone hall stepped the captain of the guard, a Level Six True Immortal celestial cultivator.

He was a broad-shouldered man with a hard, square face, clad in golden armor engraved with the Tribunal’s sigils.

In his hand was a golden longsword.

Holy radiance flowed along the blade, so bright it stabbed at the eyes.

The moment he saw beast-race warriors spread across the mountains and fields, his expression changed instantly.

“The Skywolf Tribe? Hadrian Wolfhowe?”

His voice thundered across the vale.