Tian Luan stood atop a tree, his expression solemn. Seeing the fleeing warriors gradually draw near, he blurred, suddenly leaping down from the branches.
His body seemed like a tuft of cotton floating through the air, utterly weightless. He drifted lightly down behind the great tree.
Then he blurred again and intercepted the first man rushing past, speaking in an exceptionally calm voice: "Barang, what happened in the distance? Why are you all fleeing in such a panic?"
The man leading the charge was none other than Barang, known as the number-one warrior of the Gong Clan tribe.
If it had been anyone else, Tian Luan would not have been too shocked. But seeing the fear on Barang's face, he could not help growing somewhat wary.
Barang was absolutely among the top combatants of the Gong Clan tribe. Although he had yet to join the ranks of the clan warriors, his abilities had long since reached that level. Even Wuna was merely on par with him.
Wuna was now in his thirties and at the peak of his strength, while Barang was only a little over twenty and still had considerable room to improve.
"You're Tian Luan? Hurry, run! There's a group of Griffon Beasts behind us!"
When Barang saw Tian Luan suddenly appear before him, his figure only paused slightly. Even as he spoke, he swayed and continued racing past without the slightest intention of stopping.
Tian Luan had of course heard of Griffon Beasts. They were powerful wild beasts with lions' bodies, eagles' heads, and feathered wings on their backs.
They preferred to live in groups, often numbering dozens or hundreds. Even several hundred was normal. When Ferocious Tooth Beasts encountered them, they could do nothing but flee for their lives, never daring to stop and fight.
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