If the Yan Yan Tribe's witch and the Beastman Warrior behind her had felt a little smug after her first few sentences, Wu Yue's final words about making items for an offering to the Beast God were enough to terrify him.
They would never think Wu Yue was lying, because on this continent, no one dared to use the Beast God's name in vain.
Beastman Warriors relied on the Beast God's Power. It was the source of their strength, a gift from the Beast God himself.
If the Beast God found out that he had delayed this Witch Disciple from preparing her offering, then his fate would be...
The Yan Yan Tribe witch's expression darkened. She spun around and glared fiercely at the pale-faced beastman behind her, and her apologetic attitude finally seemed much more sincere.
She waved, gesturing for the beastmen behind her to bring several large Beast Skin Bags forward. "This is our compensation for you, Wuyue. Please forgive our tribesman for accidentally injuring your slave."
