The strength of beastmen was no joke. As expected of warriors who could sprint while carrying prey weighing hundreds of pounds, Wu Yue felt like a little chick as Yuan Lang effortlessly lifted her up.
Teng Kun came up second, while his older brother, Teng Qian, selflessly volunteered to bring up the rear.
The moment his shaggy head emerged from the opening, Teng Qian felt as though he had come back to life.
He let out a few loud roars, his cries brimming with unrestrained joy.
Just as his roars faded, a familiar cry echoed from the distant forest.
"It's Uncle Yuan Qi."
Teng Qian shouted upon hearing the cry.
They exchanged glances. Yuan Lang looked at the others and said, "Later, tell them we rescued Yue, but we ran into a Fierce Beast not long after and only made it back here today. Got it?"
Wu Yue and the two Teng brothers nodded obediently. "Got it."
