Until the Rock Sheep were exhausted and panting, unable to run any further, and no sign of pursuers could be seen behind them, they finally stopped.
However, after stopping, these tribesmen of the Rock Sheep Tribe fell into a state of confusion.
A Warrior said sorrowfully, "The Witch is dead, the chief is dead, the tribe was also occupied by those Jackals. Where should we go?"
The strongest warriors in combat had all died.
Those who managed to escape were mainly ordinary warriors and children, the strongest being a few Two-Color Warriors, without even a Three-Color Warrior among them.
Having lost their tribe and their leader, they survived but became a group of homeless Wanderers.
Relying on these people, not to mention rebuilding the tribe, surviving in this dangerous jungle was a big problem.
The tribe was gone, everyone was heartbroken, but how to survive was a reality they had to face.
By now, the sky was gradually darkening.
