Hu Yan’s paws hit the ground with full force. He was running at his absolute limit, his tiger body blurring through the trees. Su Qinglan clung to his neck, her fingers buried deep in his orange fur.
The wind was so sharp against her face that she had to squint her eyes just to see a few inches ahead.
Every second felt like an eternity. Her heart was clenching so hard it felt like it would burst.
"Hu Yan... Hu Yan, let’s go back! We can’t abandon them!" The words were right at the tip of her tongue.
She wanted to scream at them.
She thought of her father facing that wall of evil monsters. She thought of Han Jue, Rong Ye, and Shi Feng throwing themselves into a fight they might not survive.
How could she leave them?
But then, she felt the slight weight of the basket pressed against her chest. She looked down and saw the three pairs of innocent, wide eyes looking back at her.
The cubs were quiet, sensing the life-or-death tension.
If she went back, she would be taking these three babies into a slaughterhouse.
If something happened to any cub, Han Jue and Rong Ye would never forgive themselves, and she would never be able to look at Hu Yan or Xuan Long again.
She was trapped in a nightmare of a dilemma. Her heart wanted to fight, but her soul as a mother demanded she run.
"I have to save the cubs," she whispered through her tears. "I also have to find a way to save everyone...running alone will not save them at all."
They had already traveled far from the place where the tribe had split. The sounds of the battle behind them were becoming muffled by the distance.
Elder Bao was just ahead, leading the panicked group of females and the elderly. They were almost at the opening of the valley. Hope was a tiny light in the distance.
But suddenly, the world tilted.
Hu Yan let out a sharp, lung-bursting growl and slammed his paws into the dirt, skidding to a violent halt.
Su Qinglan was nearly thrown over his head, but she instinctively curled her body around the cub basket, shielding them with her own body.
"Hu Yan? What..."
The words died in her throat. Everyone in the front of the line stopped dead, their faces turning full of pure horror.
The opening of the valley...the only way out was gone.
Instead of an open path to the Beast City, there was a solid wall of red eyes glinting in the darkness. Thousands of evil ferocious beasts were standing there in perfect formation, blocking the exit.
They weren’t roaring or running; they were standing still, watching the Fox Tribe arrive like they were a delivery of fresh meat.
"A trap..." Elder Bao gasped, his legs shaking. "It’s an ambush."
Su Qinglan’s blood ran cold. These beasts were supposed to be mindless. They were supposed to be driven by hunger and rage. But this move was too calculated to be a mere coincidence.
"How?" Su Qinglan whispered, her eyes darting across the sea of monsters. "When did they become so smart?"
The realization hit her like a lightning bolt.
The witch doctor hadn’t just led the tide from behind. He had sent a separate force to circle around and cut them off. They were caught in a pincer movement.
And it did not look like a simple beast tide moving; it felt more deliberate. Most importantly, why were these beasts all listening to the witch doctor?

The man was really something...he was definitely not a simple opponent.


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