Blinding sunlight fought to squeeze through the tall canopies, leaving only small patches of light on the grass below.
A few of those patches of light even fell upon the passing Snow Tiger Tribe Beastmen.
Yuan Lang felt the sun's warmth on his face and let out a soft sigh. "It's too late to go back, gather our people, and try to cut them off again. After this pursuit, the Beastmen from the Scorpion Tribe and Yan Yan Tribe will definitely waste no time in getting away."
Since there was no way to stop them, Yuan Lang let go of his frustration. But still…
He clenched his fists. 'I have one more reason to become stronger.'
"Back to the tribe."
As soon as the Beastman finished speaking, he took the lead, darting into the forest ahead. Watching his figure, much of the gloom in the hearts of the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors dissipated.
After a few low growls, they followed Yuan Lang, sprinting in the direction of the tribe.
