By the time daylight had fully broken, Zhang Yang and Wu Yuan had already fled more than fifty li in one breath, and the Sabertooth Tiger King had not caught up behind them.
This was almost certain.
Compared with Guy, that tiger-tribe traitor, they had only killed ten tiger-tribe members. The level of hatred between them was simply worlds apart.
But if they had not fled last night, then with the heads of ten tiger-tribe members hanging from them, plus some secret arrangements Guy had made nearby, once the Sabertooth Tiger King appeared, it really might have swallowed them whole and torn them limb from limb.
Of course, it was even more likely that both sides would have suffered heavy losses, allowing Guy to profit as the fisherman.
As expected of the male lead—clever and sly, outstanding even when digging pits for others.
"Stop. It's temporarily safe here. Wu Yuan, hurry and wash off the stench of blood from your body and rein in your Killing Aura Field. Besides, we can't let this matter go just like that."
Zhang Yang surveyed his surroundings and said it casually.
"Village Chief, there are still fifty-nine hours left on the countdown to the new mission. Shouldn't we head to the tiger-tribe territory immediately?" Wu Yuan asked. He still felt somewhat guilty. If he had not been deceived by Guy, they would not have muddleheadedly triggered the hidden storyline, only to have the time limit compressed to three days. This was truly killing him.
"No rush. We'll kill that Sabertooth Tiger King first. And do you think the tiger tribe is a soft persimmon? They have several hundred warriors. If we go before the right time, we'll just be delivering food to them."
"Kill it again?"
Wu Yuan froze in disbelief. Last night, he