At the same time, there is chaos within the Lang tribe. The granary where all their food was stored suddenly caught fire. Standing not far from the raging fire, Yigu Ertai, who was still covered by blood, roared at his people with an angry face.
"Bring the water quickly! Put out the fire before it spreads!" He shouted, while pouring the water from the wooden basin in his hand onto the fire.
Unfortunately, a bucket of water against raging fire is like a drop in the ocean. It doesn't even have any effect towards the fire.
Seeing the flames becoming more and more intense in front of him, Yigu Ertai gritted his teeth and roared: "If you fall into my hand, I will kill you! A Lu Zhi!"
Hiding behind one of the tents, A Lu Zhi looked at the chaotic situation not far from his hiding place, with a smirk on his face. He observed the surrounding environment for a while, and then stealthy made his way towards the Lang tribe's water reservoir.
