In the afternoon, the Mountain Turtle Tribe landed far from their original dwelling.
They were exhausted and hungry, and everyone's mood was very low.
Due to the hasty escape, the tribe's food and various supplies couldn't be taken, leaving them to the Fierce Bird Tribe.
"Chief, what should we do now?"
The warriors of the Mountain Turtle Tribe gathered around Shan Jia, hoping he would make a decision.
"All warriors above one color go out to hunt, ordinary warriors stay here to build temporary shelters, let's get through tonight first."
Shan Jia waved his hand, and the warriors of the Mountain Turtle Tribe dragged their weary bodies to hunt, as they had no food left on them.
The ordinary warriors who stayed behind picked up the dead trees on the ground to build temporary shelters.
Because they had no time or strength to cut trees.
As time passed, the sun gradually set, and in the glow of the evening light, the ground seemed to be covered with a layer of dark red gauze.
