In just a few days, a shadow seemed to have fallen over the entire Golden Lion Tribe.
Nearly every male who went out to hunt returned with injuries.
Bai Wanwan supported her swollen belly, moving slowly.
Peeking out of the cave entrance toward the plaza, she saw that the Witch Cave could no longer hold so many injured Beastmen. They had all been moved to the plaza to be cared for by the Witch Doctors.
"Are you worried about Zhu Xiu and Yan Lie?" A voice as gentle as a spring breeze came from behind her, soothing her anxious heart.
She slowly turned to see Xin Feng approaching with a bowl of steaming fish soup.
"Yeah. The situation isn't good. Zhu Xiu and Yan Lie are strong, but if the Bear Clan has superior numbers, it's still very dangerous."
She reached out and took the fish soup as she spoke.
It was a flavor she usually liked, but now it smelled exceptionally fishy. Still, she wasn't going to be difficult and refuse to drink it.
