His hands were red from the cold, but fortunately, his strong physique allowed him to recover quickly, and the warming effect of the beast meat hadn't dissipated yet.
After twisting his body a few times, Chen Yan drove away the stiffness.
He crouched down, flanked sideways for dozens of meters, then approached the battlefield...
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As dawn approached, Chen Yan's awaited opportunity arrived!
The Fierce Beast Race had already elected a new leader, and under the command of an obviously burliest individual, the remaining members began to rise and assemble!
They didn't even bother collecting the leftover food as they set off—despite the lingering beast carcasses still scattered on the battlefield, they seemed disinterested in collecting food.
Perhaps, they themselves knew they would never make it back home.
When the Fierce Beast Race set off, Chen Yan, like a leopard hidden in the shadows, silently followed behind.
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