An hour passed, yet there was still no response from the demonic beast main camp. Tiger Eleven could not help muttering, "What's going on with the Demonic Beast Alliance Army? Why haven't they come to attack us? Are there too many demonic beasts, and they're still organizing themselves? Or are they planning to attack us tonight?"
Seeing Tiger Eleven muttering to himself, Bear Eleven said, "Tiger Eleven, what are you mumbling about? Get over here and tell me how many demonic beasts you killed in this battle."
"What do you want? There may still be fighting later. We need to stay alert in case their army launches a surprise attack."
Tiger Eleven knew what Bear Eleven was thinking. He did not want to tally the number of enemies he had killed so soon. In the battle just now, he had only killed forty Innate Demonic Beasts. Including the previous three battles, he had killed a total of 104 Innate Demonic Beasts, which would very likely put him in first place. Though he wanted to show off, he did not want to say it so early and let Bear Eleven learn his true kill count. That would not be good.
Bear Eleven said, "Fine, then. But what do we do with all these demonic beast corpses? There are simply too many. This place has practically turned into a burial ground."
Tiger Eleven raised his right foreleg and said with a grin, "Isn't that simple? Take the brothers from both our tribes and dig a pit, then throw all the demonic beast corpses in and bury them. Once the Demonic Beast Alliance Army sees us handling the corpses of their kin like this, won't they attack us without holding anything back?"
The 2,200 massive demonic beast corpses had raised the entire stretch