The Car Was Wrecked, but Everyone Survived

It was a life-or-death moment. At least, for Zhang Yang and Zhang Xin'ai, this was the moment that would decide their fate.

"We're not coming back!"

As soon as she said it, Zhang Xin'ai remembered what Zhang Yang had told her. This place was special. It had the spiritual energy needed to refine pills and cultivate, and right now, they had nowhere else to go.

"Next time, we'll bring hunting rifles."

That was Zhang Xin'ai's revised plan.

Then she remembered what Zhang Yang had said about the tigers becoming spirits. That punch just now had barely hurt one. Ordinary hunting rifles probably wouldn't stop them from pouncing, either.

"Okay. Next time, we'll bring more people."

Zhang Xin'ai rattled off suggestions like a machine gun as Zhang Yang carried her on his back.

"Let's survive this time before we plan the next."

Zhang Yang sighed. This girl really didn't have a care in the world. Maybe women were all like that when they had someone to rely on.

Going down steps was difficult for any four-legged animal, and even for two-legged humans, especially in an emergency when speed mattered.

So Zhang Yang made it down the steps while the tiger behind them was still some distance away. But the one that had come down earlier seemed to have taken an elevator. It hadn't looked graceful, but it was already at the bottom and had rested up.

"Roar!"

The tiger roared right in front of them. Zhang Yang reached the car, opened the door, and shoved Zhang Xin'ai inside, into the back seat.

"Get up front and get ready to drive."

The moment Zhang Yang finished speaking, he looked up and saw a shadow lunging at him.

In a flash, Zhang Yang instinctively raised the short blade in his hand toward the