Yuan Lang nodded, looking somewhat speechless. "Judging by the fur color, that’s the Lion Tribe alright."

Can’t you see the two legs flailing back there?

The Shun Yuan at the very front was exceptionally large. It was holding a young Beastman Warrior by the legs, letting him thrash and howl without being moved in the slightest.

Finally, the Shun Yuan seemed to get annoyed by the Beastman Warrior’s ’misbehavior.’ It raised a palm larger than a cattail fan and slapped down at the struggling Lion Tribe Beastman Warrior.

The Shun Yuan’s bodies were extremely tough, so the Beastman Warriors always did their best to avoid clashing with them head-on during a fight.

If you got kicked by one of them, the smell would be the least of your worries—it was a guaranteed death sentence.

Now that this Lion Tribe Beastman Warrior was about to be slapped at such close range, he was probably a goner.

Just as everyone was preparing to offer a moment of silence for the Lion Tribe Beastman Warrior, the Shun Yuan’s raised palm unexpectedly came down gently, landing with surprising accuracy right on the warrior’s butt.

Yuan Lang, Teng Qian, and Teng Kun shuddered. Such ’affection’ between this particular pair was just bizarre.

The Beastman Warrior in its grasp seemed dumbfounded as well. After a moment of stiffness, he grew even more furious and humiliated, his roars and struggles intensifying.

The Black Wolf Beastmen standing by didn’t know whether to worry for the warrior or to burst out laughing.

However, his struggles lasted less than three seconds. Soon after, all the other beastmen’s shoulders began to shake irregularly, a clear sign they were holding back laughter.

The Black Wolf Tribe’s leader, the only one who still had himself under control, sidled up to Yuan Lang with tiny, mincing steps.

Watching his ’captivating’ little shuffle, Yuan Lang’s eyes darkened. He had the sudden urge to swipe a claw at him.

’That walk, like he was clenching something of unknown origin between his thighs, was a gait Yuan Lang often saw before he came to this world.’

’It was the way the women among those island bandits walked—old hags with their hair in topknots.’

’Those bandits looked like stunted winter melons that had never been properly fertilized, yet they constantly plagued the coastal people, burning, killing, and pillaging without restraint.’

But remembering that this was just a Black Wolf Tribe Beastman Warrior, Yuan Lang suppressed the disgust he felt for those stunted winter melons.

"So, are we saving him or not?"

Yuan Lang glanced at him. "We are."

’What a stupid question. We’re all grasshoppers on the same string now. How could we not save him?’

Just as they were about to discuss a rescue strategy, a faint rustling came from the grass not far behind them. All the beastmen instantly turned, on high alert.

A moment later, it was as if golden chrysanthemums were blooming in the grass...

That familiar color...

Yuan Lang’s voice, carried by the Beast God’s Power, traveled straight toward those golden tufts. "Is that the Lion Tribe’s Beastman Warriors?"

Sure enough, the moment he finished speaking, several large Beastman Warrior faces popped up from beneath the ’chrysanthemums.’

Seeing the members of the Snow Tiger Tribe and Black Wolf Tribe ahead, the Lion Beastmen were happier than if they’d seen their own mothers.

Their filthy, broad faces lit up with surprise, and they scurried over with a SWISH SWISH SWISH. "Oh my god, please, save us!"

The Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors: "..."

The Black Wolf Tribe Beastman Warriors: "..."

’We’re all beastmen here. Even though your kinsman is about to get... you-know-what... by a bunch of Shun Yuan, you could at least have some dignity, right?’

"Please save our tribesmen! Half of the warriors who came out to hunt Fierce Beasts this time were captured by those Shun Yuan."

A Lion Tribe Beastman said anxiously, "Our tribe’s previous resting spot is nearby. We were just planning to go rest for a bit.

"We never expected the Shun Yuan, who usually stick to the central regions, to show up at the forest’s edge. Our kinsmen were captured so that we could escape."

Yuan Lang looked at the Lion Beastman. "How many of you are left?"

The Lion Tribe Beastman Warrior’s eyes lit up. "There are less than ten of us Beastman Warriors left."

Yuan Lang nodded. "This place was a former resting spot for our Snow Tiger Tribe, but now it’s occupied by these Shun Yuan, which means there are even more of them here.

"The best plan is to lure as many of the Shun Yuan out as possible, then rescue the Beastman Warriors who were taken inside."

Since it was their own tribesmen who needed saving, the few Lion Tribe Beastman Warriors naturally stepped up. "We’ll lure the Shun Yuan away."