Early the next morning, the Angry Beast set off with his accompanying tribesmen, only calling out a greeting to the patrols as he left.
The Scorpion Captain heard the report from the patrolling Beastman and sighed deeply. 'It seems the tribesmen are disappointed with this selection too.'
But what he didn't know was that the departing Angry Beast and his tribesmen hadn't returned to the tribe at all. Instead, they had turned and headed toward the Polar Forest.
On the Snow Tiger Tribe's territory, a dozen or so prey animals of various sizes lay scattered in a clearing before a tall forest. Every last one of them was dead.
Only two Beastman Warriors stood guard nearby, while the sound of conversation drifted from the forest behind them.
Yuan Lang looked at the split-open fruits on the tree, his dark brows knitting slightly. "Looks like these Gray Fruits aren't edible anymore."
Through the cracks, the flesh inside was a solidified, pale yellow.
