Julian looked at Paland's miserable appearance being chased and trampled by the Iron-Horned Beast, the glory of the former tribal chief vanishing like bubbles; a distorted sense of exhilaration in his heart rose to the blue sky.
Waiting until Paland was tormented to exhaustion by the prey, about to lose his life under its hooves, he leisurely flew down, delivering a fatal blow to kill that Iron-Horned Beast.
"So unlucky, you are too weak, your dinner today is lost again. You can only hug your starving stomach and cook to serve me." Julian sneered, dragging the heavy carcass of the completely dead Iron-Horned Beast to throw it in front of Paland, completely ignoring his bleeding wounds to continue ordering him around.
