The moment Xuan Long left the fox tribe, the entire entourage of fox beastmen scurried behind him like a long, miserable, trembling tail. His face was so dark, so gloomy, so utterly terrifying that none of them even dared to breathe too loudly.
His aura was so chilling that even the wind didn't dare blow too loudly.
And the fox tribe beastmen?
They trailed behind him in a perfectly straight line like a clutch of terrified baby chicks following a murderous chicken mother.
If Xuan Long went north... they went north.
If Xuan Long turned east... they immediately skidded east.
If Xuan Long paused for even half a heartbeat ...thirty foxmen nearly tripped over each other trying not to bump into him.
Not because they respected him.
But because they were terrified that if they made him angry, he'd shed his beastman form right there and devour them whole.
And honestly, looking at the icy, stormy expression on his face… it didn't even feel like an exaggeration.
