Adrian stood on the branch and was finally able to see what was going on. To his surprise, his initial conjecture was wrong. There were two teams of cultivators, yes.
However, they weren't fighting one another. Rather, they were facing a stag. However, this was no ordinary stag. Unlike other beasts that he had encountered so far, it didn't have any hint of red on its fur.
It looked like a completely normal stag. That is, until one saw the horns on its head. They were completely black, with a faint luster that resembled a polished mineral. That, and the fact that it was multiple heads taller than even the tallest cultivator there.
"Obsidian Horn Stag!" Adrian muttered the name to himself in slight surprise. Thanks to the inheritance, his knowledge of beasts surpassed most people in this world. A glance was all he needed to recognize most species of beasts.
