Half of their Beastmen were lying in the clearing, their breathing shallow, and their wounds looked all too familiar.
Wu Yue turned to Yuan Lang beside her. "Were they injured by a Fierce Beast's Talent Skill?"
Yuan Lang nodded. "It was Single-horned Wolves. That type of Fierce Beast always hunts in packs, making them incredibly dangerous to encounter. We only managed to escape last time because we were fast enough."
He pursed his lips. "What's more, those beasts are experts at ambushes."
Wu Yue glanced at the Beastmen of the Flying Eagle Tribe. 'So they were ambushed?'
"Thank you, warriors of the Snow Tiger Tribe."
Several of the less seriously injured Beastmen from the Flying Eagle Tribe came forward, expressing their immense gratitude to Yuan Lang and the others.
Yuan Lang chuckled. "Are you all here to hunt for Fierce Beast Crystal Cores too?"
