There was an obvious fluctuation of thick qi and blood on the other side, and in the backyard, several large tables had already been set up where the strong warriors of the Wind Wolf Tribe were gathering.
Tang San silently concealed his own aura, making not a single sound. The wait was still on.
The Pig Monsters were busily carrying out basins of meat to the backyard, followed by barrels of strong liquor.
When Tang San had been in the Wind Wolf Clan town, he knew that this tribe's greatest indulgence was drinking. Hence, the plan for today.
The noise in the backyard grew louder; as the Wind Wolf Tribe's biggest annual celebration, this day was their important festival.
In the spacious backyard, over a hundred tables were set, and on the altar not far away, thirty-six bodies continuously dripped blood. The blood flowed and soaked into the intricate patterns on the surface of the altar, emitting a strong smell of blood.
