"Kill that fox," the men of the Tushan Tribe waved wooden sticks and various farm tools, rushing towards the blazing red flurry.
The fox didn't take these people seriously at all, weaving through the crowd. Having lived in the Tushan Mountain since its youth, it was well acquainted with every inch of soil and every tree, making it very agile in evading.
The heavy clubs and various tools didn't pose much danger to the fox, but in the encirclement, it still suffered a few heavy blows. Although its fur was unharmed, the impact stirred its blood and qi all over its body.
A feeling of unease swirled in the fox's mind, and it stopped. Not far away, it spotted the two figures it had seen during the day.
The fox's tail shook once again, that foolish human, did he want to experience the harshness of its fox tail again? Its tail swayed conspicuously, capturing all the attention of No. 0.
"Messenger sister," Tushan Qi still held a chopping knife he had temporarily fetched from home.
