Gu Yuan Tribe.
The setting sun blazed like fire, green smoke curled up from within the tribe and the aroma of meat permeated the entire tribe. Despite the fact that few days had passed since the battle, the faint smell of blood still lingered in the air. The barren wasteland beyond the tribe was covered in black markings, the dried bloodstains from the aftermath of the battle, which had already merged with the Great Wasteland.
In these two days, some members of the Gu Yuan Tribe began to venture out to hunt for blood food. Given the tribe's large population, the daily consumption of blood food was substantial. The tribe couldn't just sit back and exhaust all resources. The tribespeople who came back from hunting, either shouldering, carrying, pulling, or dragging various kinds of prey, were brimming with a startling killing aura after a day of struggling. Although their faces were weary, their eyes carried a glimmer of hope."
