The midday sun was unusually blinding. It was unclear why, but this year's hot season seemed to be particularly fierce, with the weather getting hotter by the day.
Ying Da transformed back into his beast form, first flew around the periphery of the forest to observe the dynamics of the Beast Wave, then headed towards the flatland that Chief Xiu Yan had mentioned.
The grass on the flatlands had turned green, but the plains that should have been full of small prey at this time of year was extremely quiet. The only sound was the soft rustling of the breeze. There was no sight of a single beast.
This sudden silence made him want to turn back to the tribe. If what Chief Xiu Yan said about the existence of the Watson tribe and the surviving beasts were true, then, this area couldn't possibly be devoid of a single beast. He knew how ravenous those damned beasts were, they wouldn't pass up on any bit of food.
