Chapter 459: Subduing
The psychological warfare was as devastating as the physical assault. Arthur wasn’t just defeating the Golden Manes—he was destroying their pack structure, their confidence, and their leader’s authority through humiliation that transcended mere violence.
From his position at the clearing’s edge, the Golden Beetle watched the unfolding massacre with eyes that reflected absolute shock and disbelief. This was nothing like he had expected when he had warned his master about the legendary pack’s capabilities. In all his years of territorial observation, he had never witnessed anything that approached this level of one-sided dominance.
The legendary Golden Mane King—a creature that had ruled these forests for decades through sheer power and brilliance was being reduced to nothing more than a helpless spectator to his own pack’s destruction.
The beetle’s voice was in full awe as he processed what he was witnessing.
"Master’s power... it exceeds every calculation I had made. The legendary pack that hunted down everyone who dared kill their kin... they are now the ones being hunted." The beetle muttered with growing reverence.
Meanwhile, perched somewhere next to the golden beetle, comfortably, Aether watched the proceedings with obvious excitement and fascination. The small void dragon’s eyes tracked each flying Golden Mane with the attention of someone discovering new entertainment possibilities.
"Ooh! Master, that one spun like a top!" Aether exclaimed with delighted enthusiasm as another Golden Mane went sailing through the air in a perfect spiral. "And that one looked like he was trying to fly! Do Golden Manes normally try to fly, Master?"
Arthur’s response was a chuckle as he eliminated another pack member with a well-placed uppercut. "Not normally, Aether. They’re just learning some new mobility techniques."
The Mane King attempted to maintain his protective formation, roaring desperate commands to reposition his remaining subordinates. His voice carried notes of panic that had never existed before, each command becoming more frantic as his options continued to diminish.
But every time the surviving Golden Manes tried to establish defensive stability, Arthur would teleport into their midst and scatter them again with violence that made their coordination attempts meaningless.