The Beastmen infected with the plague saw this and immediately took the initiative to line up, faces full of excitement, whispering to each other.
"We're finally saved! The medicine is a bit bitter though."
"Who cares if it's bitter? Good medicine tastes bitter, as long as it cures the disease, I can drink however much it takes!"
"Exactly, exactly! No more suffering from the plague—this is just wonderful."
...
As the beastmen spoke, one after another an expression of surviving disaster appeared on their faces. Their eyes turned to Luna Sutton, the Golden Silkworm King, and the witch doctor. Having heard that the formula was developed by these three, their gazes grew fervent and grateful.
Truly, the Beast God has manifested! The Wolf Tribe is saved, even the entire Lower Domain of the Beast World Continent is saved!
At this moment, someone suddenly took the lead and shouted, "Long live the Beast God Envoy!"
