"Captain, Uncle Dashi is hurt!" a beastman's cry of alarm rang out, drawing everyone's attention.
The middle-aged beastman, incomparably powerful just moments before, now sat leaning against a tree trunk, his face deathly pale. On his thigh was a wound as long as a beastman's palm, from which bright red blood was gushing.
It slowly soaked the ground beneath him.
The surrounding tribesmen's faces were filled with sorrow. 'Such a severe injury… Even if the witch were here, it couldn't be healed without a Beast Crystal…'p>
'Beast Crystal!' At the thought, the handsome middle-aged beastman partially transformed. His sharp claws tore open the heads of several Saber-toothed Pigs, one after another. But to his disappointment, he found no Beast Crystals.
Uncle Dashi's consciousness was fading. He had lost too much blood.
Yuan Lang walked over, a vine clutched in his hand. He knelt beside Uncle Dashi and tightly cinched the vine above the wound on his thigh.
