The moment that he saw those gloomy faces Roy understood that something bad had happened, as he immediately steeled himself and his heart as he said,
"What happened!?"
As he did so a powerful aura started seeping out of him, as the pressure in the surroundings started to increase slowly.
Everyone was scared when they heard that voice from him, that seemed like he was about to kill them all if they answered wrongly.
Even the warriors of the group didn't seem able to hold their own against that pressure, as it was Gidella the one who started speaking to him,
"On the way here, we meet warriors from another barbarian tribe. Their leader said that his name was Coyote and he was the Young Head of the big Coyote tribe that ruled the area.
They were no more than 7 warriors including him, and the moment they put their eyes on our tribe, they intended to take us with them.
Certainly, we didn't agree with them, but that just made them angrier and propelled them to use strength against us.
Even though we had more warriors than they did, they were much stronger than us, so it was needed the interference of Master's beasts to turn the scales into our side.
But even then, we only managed to create some kind of equal foot with them, so we decided to escape and run towards this place to tell you, Master.
5 of our warriors and the beasts were left behind, as we remember that one of the beasts even took a dangerous wound to its body during the fight.
It was at that point in time when he finally heard his sharp-toothed wolves finally howling in the distance, and without caring about the tribe people that had just arrived, he jumped in the direction.
He had his priorities right in this place, and time, as those beasts were like his family, he had seen them grow up by his side, and they had helped him every time he was in a pinch.
There was no way in hell he was going to let some motherfu*cking forest barbarians hurt his most trusted, and close family he had at the moment.
It wasn't only him, even the other beasts seemed to be extremely worried at that moment, one of theirs had been wounded after all.
Tianlong Yun had left only the warriors, and foxy at the tribe behind, as all the other beasts were following behind him enraged.
The wolves were howling all this time, in order to lead Roy towards the location, as they seemed to have entered the fight as well.
Roy and the other titanic cats seemed to be running with the wind, as they leaped through the forest like fish in the water.
They didn't seem to care about getting tired or not, they were running like their lives depended on it, and when one thought they couldn't run faster, they did.
It was precisely due to that, that the path that it would take the group that arrived at the camp more than two hours to reach, it was done in less than 30 minutes by Roy and the beasts.
On the way, they were confronted with the rest of the tribe as well, as only a small part had run towards the camp to sound the alarm to Roy.
A few of them were hurt and bleeding, but Roy didn't care, all he cared about was his beasts at that moment, as he didn't even look at these guys.
When they finally reached the place of the fight, Roy and his beats were like empty batteries due to how fast, and how much they had run, but still, they joined the fight like nothing short of lions.
Not even one of them seemed to hesitate as they jumped towards an enemy each, as the warriors and the beasts were lying on the ground with different grades of injuries.
Roy on his side jumped towards what looked like the leader of the 7 warriors, that damned Coyote guy.
He was the weak link of the group, as the other 6 warriors were at least above Rank 2 Warriors, while this guy was either close to become a Rank 2 Warrior or an early Rank 2 Warrior.
His biggest advantage was that those 6 above Rank 2 barbarian warriors had already fought with his warriors, and those 3 titanic cats so they were tired.
They were close to their limit, and the only one who seemed to still have a lot of stamina was their Young Head, the one that Roy was fighting.
The moment that Roy jumped on the battlefield, he jumped in the air then using gravity pull, and even his strength, he jumped towards the Young Head Coyote.
His kick landed on the guy's iron shield and it made a pretty good dent in there, scaring the Young Head.
But when he looked towards his opponent and saw that it was nothing more than a white devil, he seemed to have grown angry of his own scare, as he immediately threw the shield away and punched.
He had probably put his full strength in his punch, but it was just a barbarian's straight punch, who only had crude strength behind it.
To someone like Roy who was proficient with Close Quarters Combat, and Mixed Martial Arts, it was nothing more than a baby punch.
He easily moved slightly to the right, then grabbed that punch with his left guiding him towards its path, as he then suddenly changed its direction with circular motion, and then used it to throw the guy on the ground.
His movements were so smooth, and so fast that it was impossible for the other 6 warriors to be able to interfere and help their Young Head, as they could only scream from afar,
"Young Head!" x6
Screaming that, they seemed to have entered berserk mode, as they started kicking, punching, and hitting towards the titanic cats like they had been possessed by something.
But no matter how much power they put behind their attacks, and no matter how crazy they seemed in the fight with the titanic cats, the beasts didn't take even one step back either.
It was like a fight between fellow beasts, where each side was fighting with their life on the line, and with no intention of retreating back.
Those warriors seemed like they were slowly going crazier by the second, but Roy didn't care about them at the moment.
He was fully concentrated on his opponent, this motherfu*cker was a true muscle brain barbarian with really tough and thick skin.
Even though Roy had just crashed him on the ground with his head, and spine clearly crashing first, he seemed like he had just suffered a slight concussion.
Talk about being thick-skinned, and durable. At that moment, even Roy had to accept that he felt a bit frightened of that prospect.
But that was just a fleeting thought, as the next one, he immediately started his own barrage of attacks on the damned barbarian.
Why the hell should he give this piece of shit the time to get up from his position, this wasn't some kind of knights' duel or some crap from an anime.
This was a fight of anger, rage, and blood, where one side would be the winner, while the other side would either die or suffer a lot of pain.
Just as that guy was about to turn around and get up, Roy used his right leg to give him a good kick in the ribs, and throw him rolling in the ground.
But that was just the beginning as that guy was rolling on the ground, Roy followed behind him, and then made a flick in the air, as his left leg ended up on the guy's back.
Both times Roy felt like he was kicking some kind of rock or something, but he didn't care, he just continued to quickly get up and kick him over and over again.
Those 6 warriors seemed to be close to losing their heads in rage, and anger, as they saw the person they were responsible for, their Young Head being kicked around like some kind of ball.
After hitting his ribs, and spinal cord quite a few times, and seeing him use his hands to protect his mid-part of the body, Roy changed its target towards his legs.
And when the protection pattern changed once again, he finally headed for his true target, the guy's head, face, and throat.
Even though this guy had quite the thick, and durable skin, there was no way for him to be able to resist the kicks to the head, especially the eyes, and throat area.
If at first the Young Head was the freshest, and best looking guy of the 7, right now he looked even worse than a floor muppet.
He was bleeding from every possible cervix, and his whole body was covered in bruises, he seemed so close to losing conscience, and seemed to be holding on to the last dregs of his will.
Once he lost conscience then he was doomed to die, or even worse captured and tortured, and all this from a white devil.
It should have been impossible, after all, he was the Young Head of the Coyote tribe, the ruler of this part of the Death Forest, and yet he was so close to death at this moment.
This must be some kind of nightmare, this whole thing should be some kind of nightmare that would disappear the moment he woke up.
Yes, that should be it! There is no way this was the truth for him! But every time he thought like that, the pain of every kick he received from Roy reminded him that this was the truth.
This was the end for him, he was going to die there and then…