The severed end of the Golden Leopard's tail was caked with dirt.
Zhao Jun took a closer look. The dirt had been soaked a dark red by blood.
Zhao Jun flicked it with his thumb, showing the broken bone to Wang Dalong and Li Baoyu.
"Brother, what kind of animal bit it?" Li Baoyu asked the same question Wang Dalong had.
The Northeast Leopard was known as one of the White Mountain Two Kings. In these forests, even the other king, the Northeast Tiger, might not be able to take one down.
Besides, the chorus of howls they'd heard earlier was proof enough that this Northeast Leopard had been mobbed by a pack of animals.
There were no wolves in these woods. Honey Dogs were cunning and agile, targeting vital spots, but they were never this ferocious or cruel.
Zhao Jun glanced around. Seeing that the dogs from all three of them had stopped and were staring into the forest, he already knew the answer. He said to the other two, "It must have been Red Dogs."
