The night was black as ink, and the tribe's torches flickered in the wind.
"Move!" Xin Feng roared at the Beastman blocking his path.
"No. You need to go back right now."
Xin Feng's patience had worn thin. He raised a forepaw and swiped, leaving a sharp arc of light in his wake.
The Golden Lion Guard was caught off guard, sent staggering back by the blow. The blood roiled in his chest.
Seizing the opening, Xin Feng shot toward the tribe's main gate like a bolt of silver lightning.
"Stop him! Close the gate!" the guard yelled at his retreating back.
Xin Feng spun around. His bone-white fangs glinted coldly in the dark as a low warning rumbled in his throat.
'Wanwan is still out there! Even with Yan Lie by her side, she won't survive if they run into the beast tide!'
Several guards charged, launching their attacks.
