The entire tribe fell into chaos.
"Moo moo moo!"
The leader of the Cold-Biting Ox raised its head and roared, then each Cold-Biting Ox swung their tails, stamped their hooves, and frantically charged into the distance, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The terrified sounds gradually faded away, and the Cold-Biting Ox calf, its whole body scorched by flames, struggled to lift its head to call for help from the tribe, but could only see a series of hurried fleeing backs.
So, it fell silent, stopped struggling, and let the flames spread.
Chen Weiyi quickly retreated the moment the Fire Patterned Snake appeared, while shouting loudly to the villagers in the nearby fields: "Lao Zhao, there's a snake!"
"Old Wang, run!"
The villagers looked up in unison, and upon clearly seeing the scene not far away, they hurriedly dropped their hoes and ran towards the village.
"Howl howl howl!"
"Woof woof woof!"
At that moment, figures ran along the dirt road, accompanied by reassuring dog barks.
