Seeing the saber-toothed tiger retreat, everyone in the cage finally breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, no one knew whether the Small Yeti had passed out from excessive fright or been bitten to death. It lay motionless on the ground.
Wei Dengke glanced at the motionless Small Yeti and curled his lips. Then he muttered, "Did we take too long to save it? Could this guy already be dead?"
Everyone fell silent at Wei Dengke's words. If the Small Yeti was really dead, wouldn't all their earlier efforts have been for nothing? There was also something they had to consider: was this Small Yeti together with the Burly Yeti that had imprisoned them? If so, would that creature blame them when it came over and saw its companion dead?
At the thought of an enraged Yeti, everyone's expressions changed involuntarily. But they were trapped here, so even if they wanted to check the Small Yeti's condition, there was nothing they could do.
Unwilling to accept defeat, Mo Li began trying to shake the wooden posts as thick as an adult's thigh. If they could knock down even one, the group could escape. However, the sections of the posts buried underground ran very deep. Even with strength greater than an ordinary person's, Mo Li couldn't possibly pull one out.
After trying several posts in succession, a dejected look had appeared on Mo Li's face. Perhaps wanting to vent his frustration, he kicked one of the posts. By sheer coincidence, it was the very post that the saber-toothed tiger had loosened when it first crashed into the cage.
After taking Mo Li's kick, the already loosened post began to sway. Seeing how violently it moved, Mo Li's eyes lit up. He kicked it again.
The loosened post finally could not