The Han Tribe's walls were just as fragile under the impact of the bison and Wancchi Pigs, hardly any better than a sheet of paper before a bayonet.
Luo Chong did not charge forward to fight them head-on. He could only watch helplessly as everything he had painstakingly built was destroyed in an instant. This prehistoric clash between ferocious beasts was not something one person's strength could control. All he could barely manage was to protect himself and his tribesmen.
Amid the chaotic collisions, the livestock shed collapsed. More than a dozen tethered gazelle antelopes were crushed beneath it, then trampled by the panicked Wancchi Pigs and maddened bison. No one knew how many of the gazelle antelopes below would survive. The sight stabbed Luo Chong with pain. He had personally gone through great effort to bring every one of them back.
What a calamity out of nowhere.
Outside the walls, over a hundred bison had truly broken through the encirclement. They had already passed the Artificial River and were fleeing toward the northeast of the Han Tribe's rear mountain.
The scene of the pigs being sent flying still remained vivid in everyone's minds. The Wolf Pack did not dare block them head-on and could only harass them from the perimeter. Several gray wolves simultaneously tore at the isolated bison from behind, bringing down more than twenty of them. The alpha wolf also ordered the pursuit stopped, and the pack began preparing to enjoy this grand feast.
But Luo Chong, inside the walls, was frantic with anxiety. All the gazelle antelopes he had brought back were dead. If he did not seize this chance to grab some benefits, he would lose everything he had invested. He wanted a share of the Wolf Pack's cake, too.
Luo Chong shoved Gray Shan's