As if he had discovered something amusing, the curve of Lucius' lips gradually widened, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
He wanted to mock, but just then Ku Jia and his group returned to the cave.
Seven or eight injured males followed the fat Beastman. As they approached, blood dripped onto the ground, and the tree hollow gradually filled with a strong smell of blood.
"Chief, we've lost three Beastmen again, and now there's only us left..." The young male with lighter injuries spoke hoarsely.
He lowered his eyes, a trace of sadness appeared on his handsome face, "But they managed to distract the Blood Beasts, that group of tracking beasts has headed east."
While speaking, the male unabashedly glanced at Wen Shu, his expression filled with hostility, but upon seeing her face covered in blood, his sharp gaze hesitated for a few seconds, and he silently looked away.
