Even Yuan Lang and his team were out risking their lives to grow stronger.

The Beast Skin bundle in her hands clearly held more than one Fierce Beast Crystal Core.

As Wu Yue walked home, her thoughts drifted to Yuan Lang’s party, their current whereabouts unknown. She wondered if they had managed to hunt any Fierce Beasts.

Deep within the Polar Forest, in an area the tribes called the deep forest, the Beastman Warriors of the Snow Tiger and Black Wolf Tribes, led by Yuan Lang, were ambushing a herd of Saber-toothed Pig Fierce Beasts.

They had arrived at the edge of the deep forest around noon and had quickly discovered the tracks of these Saber-toothed Pig Fierce Beasts.

"Yuan Lang, what do you say we split these Saber-toothed Pigs evenly?"

the leader of the Black Wolf Tribe Beastman Warriors asked.

Yuan Lang gave him a look, his eyes profound. "Agreed."

The odds of a Fierce Beast like a Saber-toothed Pig having a Crystal Core were extremely low, but since they had stumbled upon them, it was a chance they had to take.

The herd of Saber-toothed Pigs was a small one, numbering just over a dozen. They didn’t seem to be on peaceful terms with each other, as fights would periodically break out among them.

Snorting irritably and rooting at the ground, they lumbered straight into the Beastman Warriors’ ambush.

"Attack."

"Attack."

Yuan Lang and the Black Wolf Beastman leader’s voices rang out simultaneously. With a thunderous roar, the Beastman Warriors of both tribes charged the Saber-toothed Pigs.

The leader of the Saber-toothed Pigs, already spooked, was about to rally its herd for a counterattack when one of the other pigs’ tusks gored it in the rear.

With its rear end ruined and bleeding, the Saber-toothed Pig let out a savage squeal.

Forgetting all about the attack, it spun around and started fighting the opportunistic traitor that had just gored it from behind.

Facing threats from both within and without, the herd was quickly dispatched. In the end, the Black Wolf Tribe Beastman Warriors actually managed to find a Fierce Beast Crystal Core.

Having succeeded on their very first hunt, the Beastman Warriors were all in high spirits.

"Our tribe’s camp is in a canyon further in. Where’s yours?"

The Black Wolf Tribe’s leader put the Crystal Core away. "Our camp is a little deeper in than yours."

Yuan Lang nodded. "Then let’s head to our tribe’s camp. The last time we were here hunting Fierce Beasts, we noticed that their territories had all shifted outward.

Higher-level Fierce Beasts are now active in what used to be mid-level territory. Your tribe’s campsite is probably in a dangerous spot now."

The leader of the Black Wolf Beastmen broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn’t help but feel relieved that they had come with the Snow Tiger Tribe’s warriors this time. Had they come alone, they’d likely be surrounded by high-level Fierce Beasts by now.

He immediately nodded. "Alright, we’ll go to your tribe’s camp."

The Beastman Warriors of both tribes journeyed to the canyon where they had camped during previous hunts. When they arrived, however, they found many signs of Shun Yuan activity around the perimeter.

Teng Qian’s face instantly turned a ghastly shade of purple; it was an ugly sight to behold.

He’d had a thorough and unpleasant experience with these unscrupulous Fierce Beasts during the last hunt, and he had absolutely no desire to encounter them again.

"It looks like the Shun Yuan have already occupied our canyon,"

the Black Wolf Tribe’s leader said with a frown, his voice grave.

Yuan Lang’s lips thinned into a line. "It seems the Fierce Beasts’ territory has expanded outward again. The Shun Yuan are now living this close to the outer edge."

The other Beastmen fell silent at his words.

Everyone knew how formidable the Fierce Beasts were. The tribes only enjoyed a relatively peaceful existence because the beasts had always remained in the depths of the Polar Forest, never venturing out.

If the Fierce Beasts’ territories continued to expand, what would become of the tribes living in the Polar Forest?

The joy from obtaining the Crystal Core was instantly replaced by worry and anxiety. The atmosphere grew heavy.

Suddenly, Yuan Lang’s dark brows furrowed. "Quiet down," he whispered. "Something’s moving."

The others instantly held their breath, their eyes following his gaze.

Sure enough, in the forest not far away, branches were shaking violently, as if a large Fierce Beast was moving through the trees.

They didn’t have to think twice; whatever was being so brazen in Shun Yuan territory had to be more Shun Yuan.

And indeed, after a series of excited roars, a dozen or so Shun Yuan came shrieking out of the forest.

But the moment they saw the Shun Yuan, the expressions on Yuan Lang and his group’s faces changed drastically.

Teng Qian’s expression, in particular, was a sight to behold.

The Black Wolf Tribe’s leader stared, dumbfounded, at Yuan Lang. "That yellow fur... tucked under the Shun Yuans’ armpits..."