That sharp roar came from far away, which included the howl of Little Du along with the bellow of a strange beast.
Junior Leopard knew that Little Du must have met a strong enemy, so without thinking, he shot out and went straight into the depths of the prairie.
…
The guide was thrown violently down on the ground, but did not seem frightened. Due only to the pain caused by the fall, the muscles in his face twitched slightly. He exclaimed something, looking very excited.
What the guide spoke was a Northern Yuan dialect, but no one knew which tribe it belonged to. Although there were people who were proficient in the language of Northern Yuan, they were also very confused. However, Wendu understood what he had said, and instantly, his face went pale.
"Chama, Black Demon Chama! Damn it, it's Black Demon Chama!" Wendu screamed, jumping up and trying to run.
"Hey, what was he talking about?"
