Right after Feng Luotian stored the two Talon cores, he heard a rumbling sound drawing closer, and the earth itself began to shake.
Sensing something, Xiu Yao grabbed Feng Luotian by the back of his collar and leaped onto the highest branch of a tree.
Not half a minute later, at least a hundred dark brown Ten Fangs bison thundered past, heading north. Every one stood at least four meters tall.
The rumbling continued beneath their branch as more of the herd passed. Feng Luotian watched the broad backs moving north, all following the same course. The noise had warned them before the first bison appeared, and it did not fade after a few had gone by. There were still more behind them, enough that stepping back onto the path would have been impossible.
In a one-on-one battle with any one of these bison, Feng Luotian would certainly win.
Caught in the middle of the stampede, however, he could be crushed to death in an instant.
