Zhao Yi stood on the back of the White Elephant, looking at the barren Northern Territory of the Half-Beastman World, and couldn't help but click his tongue twice.
These Behemoths are really too pitiful.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhao Yi would never have believed that one of the ten great royal families of the Half-Beastman World, known as the invincible Golden Behemoth, had fallen to the point of eating tree bark.
What Zhao Yi found particularly incomprehensible was that just ten miles away from the Golden Behemoths was a massive wild boar herd.
With the speed of these Golden Behemoths, they could charge into the herd of wild boars in no time and have a hearty pork feast.
But for some reason, whether these Behemoths were truly afraid of the Beast God to the extreme, or simply too lazy to take a few steps, they would rather eat tree bark than have any designs on those wild boars.
But in a way, this is also good.
