"Don't kill it, capture it."
Just as the Cyan Simurgh was preparing for a perfect dive to make a meal with hand-grabbed meat, Shen Can's voice echoed.
The Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast looked embarrassed, restraining the surging Dragon Qi on its body, while the thunder emanating from the Four-Colored Deer's antlers gradually disappeared.
...
Such commotion, the Yanran Tribe naturally heard it.
Four Elders stood at the high point of the tribe, gazing far towards the east. Besides them, many in the tribe also watched.
Not long after, Yann Wanyun emerged from the dark room, collecting his blood energy, looking pale and staggering.
"Clan Leader, are you okay?"
The Great Elder quickly approached Yann Wanyun.
"Tonight, no tribesmen should leave. Act as if you know nothing about what's happening outside."
...
Outside the Yanran Tribe, in a small mountain.
Muo Xiao, looking like a dead dog, was bitten by the mouth of the Dragon Horned Wilderness Beast and thrown to the ground.
