Observing Hamish’s departure, the crowd was now on edge, eager to flee.
“Old Mr. Giuvali, I’ll stay behind to buy time for everyone. You should escape,” Jared insisted to Misho.
“You?” Misho fixed his gaze on Jared. “With your abilities, you’d be consumed in the blink of an eye. Don’t be reckless.”
“Don’t worry, Old Mr. Giuvali, I have a plan.”
Jared’s body surged with dragon breath as he gestured, causing it to detonate in the air. The dragon breath created a protective shield, serving as a barrier between them and the frenzied silver tigers.
Startled by the aura emanating from the dragon breath, the agitated silver tigers retreated in fear. Onlookers turned to Jared in amazement as the scene unfolded.
“Your aura is extraordinary, Jared. It can even intimidate the silver tigers!” Misho gazed at Jared in disbelief.
“I just pulled a little trick, Old Mr. Giuvali. I infused the dragon breath with a scent that demon beasts fear. That’s why they backed off. But it won’t last for long. You all should leave now. Once you’re out of this poison veil, you’ll be safe,” Jared explained to Misho.
Misho nodded in understanding. “Everyone, let’s leave the poison veil now,” he called, leading the crowd in their escape.
“You two should go as well. I’ll catch up soon.”
Jared commanded Feenix and Cloud to escape alongside Misho. Although Cloud and Feenix appeared eager to communicate more, a stern look from Jared persuaded them to follow orders.
In that crucial moment, Jared found himself alone, confronting the onslaught of the silver tiger pack.
His insistence on others fleeing was rooted in his desire to conceal his true identity from the crowd. He had intentionally altered the dragon breath to avoid its recognition by others.
However, even in their frenzied state, the silver tigers, recognizing the dragon as the king of demon beasts, could still sense the imposing pressure of the dragon breath. This realization prompted their retreat.
Moreover, Jared detected something unusual about the poison veil. It felt artificial, a deliberate creation rather than a natural occurrence. He surmised that it had been purposefully placed by an unknown perpetrator.
As the dragon breath slowly faded away, the silver tigers resumed their fierce onslaught on the weakening shield.
Despite acknowledging that the barrier was on the brink of shattering under their relentless attacks, Jared maintained his composure.
Muttering under his breath, he began an incantation that filled the air, seeping into the silver tigers. Bit by bit, the frenzied state of the silver tigers subsided, and their red eyes reverted to their original color.
Jared persisted in his chanting, and the previously agitated demeanor of the silver tigers transitioned into a tranquil state.
“W-What’s happening?” Tiger King looked around, puzzled. The remaining silver tigers appeared disoriented, questioning their presence in such an unusual location.
“You were all affected by the poison veil, which drove you into a frenzy that led to the attack on our people,” Jared clarified.
“Attack you?” Tiger King was incredulous.
“We’ve always kept to ourselves in the woods, never attacking humans or cultivators. Why would we attack you?”
“As I mentioned before, the poison veil distorted your consciousness. Regrettably, I don’t know its origin,” Jared replied, seeking to illuminate the enigmatic situation.
“It must be those greedy folks. We’ve given them ample space since they arrived. Who would have thought they’d manipulate us with a poison veil, compelling us to attack humans and cultivators?” Tiger King voiced his anger as a realization dawned on him.
