The battlefield was filled with ceaseless roars deep into the night.
That night, the Badgerfolk Tribe was mercilessly surrounded and slaughtered by the Werewolf Tribe and the Kobold Tribe!
Scalding blood sprayed everywhere. Gang Ya's eyes were bloodshot, and he panted heavily, his body covered in wounds of all sizes. More than a dozen of them were deep enough to expose bone.
By now, Gang Ya no longer had the strength to speak. His eyes were fixed on the Kobold Chieftain standing not far away as he silently gathered the strength for his final strike.
The Kobold Chieftain did not rush to act. He simply kept his distance and watched Gang Ya in silence...
This made Gang Ya's heart clench violently.
According to his original plan, he had intended to let that Old Dog make the first move, dodge at the right moment, and then launch a lethal counterattack to see whether he could survive by fighting his way out of certain death.
Yet that Old Dog clearly had no such intention.
From his opponent's gaze, Gang Ya had already understood that the other party had no intention of risking everything in this final exchange. That Old Dog intended to wait until the last drop of his blood had run dry before letting him die!
In the past, Old Dog's overly cautious conduct would have done nothing but amuse him.
In his eyes, one should sever a prey's throat with the speed of thunder before the ear could cover it, utterly crushing the opponent with overwhelming strength! That was how a true powerhouse should fight!
Yet at that very moment, the cautious Old Dog before him only made him feel cold all over, icy to the bone.
Through his opponent's actions, Gang Ya sensed that the other party did not