Yuan Lang nodded, looking somewhat speechless. "Judging by the fur color, that's the Lion Tribe alright."
Can't you see the two legs flailing back there?
The Shun Yuan at the very front was exceptionally large. It was holding a young Beastman Warrior by the legs, letting him thrash and howl without being moved in the slightest.
Finally, the Shun Yuan seemed to get annoyed by the Beastman Warrior's 'misbehavior.' It raised a palm larger than a cattail fan and slapped down at the struggling Lion Tribe Beastman Warrior.
The Shun Yuan's bodies were extremely tough, so the Beastman Warriors always did their best to avoid clashing with them head-on during a fight.
If you got kicked by one of them, the smell would be the least of your worries—it was a guaranteed death sentence.
Now that this Lion Tribe Beastman Warrior was about to be slapped at such close range, he was probably a goner.
