Unlike the confidence of yesterday, Ku Jia's eyes were now bloodshot, and he was sweating profusely, looking as if he hadn't slept all night.
This appearance made Wen Shu doubt her judgment.
Isn't the protagonist supposed to have plot armor? Is he really going to die so easily?
Wen Shu suspiciously watched Ku Jia and, after a few seconds of silence, Ku Jia couldn't wait any longer and raised his hand slightly.
The males brandished their beast claws simultaneously, with one holding the High Priest hostage, the sharp claws pressing a blood mark against his neck.
"Wen Shu, you female, stop wasting time. By tomorrow, our other teams will arrive, and if you refuse again, the entire Fox Beast Tribe will perish with you." Ku Jia's face, full of fat, wore an expression of ferocity.
Last night he just got rid of a spy, yet he wasn't careful enough and let another escape. The news of the leader's coma would soon reach the tribe; he couldn't delay any longer!
