Accompanied by deafening roars, a herd of yaks, seemingly driven mad, charged toward the manor.
Everyone's faces turned grim; if these yaks charged into the territory, the entire area would be reduced to ruins.
"What should we do now?" Everyone immediately lost their composure, staring helplessly as the herd of yaks crazily rushed toward the camp.
As the yaks approached closer, despair crept onto everyone's faces.
At this proximity, it was impossible to escape or relocate.
"These demons! To use such despicable tactics!" The tribal leader Kusha's face contorted with rage.
Lan Xingyue and her companions looked equally guilty; it was their presence that had brought calamity upon the tribe.
Behind the yaks were dozens of armed mercenaries. Ge Lei wore a smug expression: "Hahaha! You bunch of savages! Daring to oppose our Ghost Guild is nothing short of courting death!"
