The young ones clenched their fists tightly. Even the females sitting furthest inside gnashed their teeth.
"Uncle, are we really just going to run away like this? I'd rather die with our fellow tribesmen."
A young Beastman who hadn't yet come of age growled, his face contorted with fury.
His entire family had been killed under the claws of the Super Tribe's Beastmen; he was the only survivor.
The hatred in his heart felt like a monstrous wave threatening to drown him.
"If we all die, the Yan Yan Tribe will be gone for good."
Didn't the middle-aged Beastman feel hatred?
His family and kinsmen had also died at the hands of the Super Tribe.
But compared to his own hatred, the continuation of the tribe was more important.
"Get some rest. We'll leave the Red Flame Plain tomorrow. If those people from the Scorpion Tribe find us…"
Though he didn't finish his sentence, everyone present knew what they would face if they encountered the Scorpion Beastmen, and they all fell silent.
