"The Book of Nature" is a remarkable work—not only can it promote health and prolong life, but it can also enhance one's perception of the surroundings. Andrew Adams even used the inner energy he cultivated to combine with the movements of wild beasts and created his own set of Beast Fist techniques, which are extraordinarily powerful. Andrew Adams's grandfather, being advanced in age, no longer needs to fight wild animals and naturally doesn't understand any combat moves, but with his profound internal strength, climbing hills and prolonging life is no problem at all.

　　Seeing everyone gather around, Andrew Adams warned vigilantly, "It's a wolf pack."

　　"Huh? Weren't they supposed to not dare come close?" As soon as everyone heard this, they immediately pictured the scene of over five hundred fierce and ruthless wolves hunting, their faces full of wry smiles. With everyone's abilities and means, dealing with a hundred or so wild wolves would be no problem, but over five hundred is a different story. It's not just an increase in numbers, but also in fighting power.

　　Wolves are pack animals—ferocious, skilled in battle, and even better at cooperation, with a strong collective consciousness. Facing so many wolves, no one felt confident. Everyone looked at Andrew Adams, pinning their hopes on him. It's not that they lacked confidence in themselves or weren't capable, but in the primeval forest, they felt that nothing could stump Andrew Adams. With Andrew Adams around, there was nothing to worry about.

　　Andrew Adams himself was unsure of the situation. Could it be that with their numbers increased, their courage had grown as well? There was no time to explain; he signaled everyone to stand back-to-back and form a circular formation. This way, no matter which direction the wolves attacked from, they would be met with counterattacks. It was a last resort—facing hundreds of wolves, choosing to attack or choosing to die was much the same.

　　Golden evening sunlight streamed into the forest, casting streaks of gold on the ground. A gentle breeze rustled the hills, making the woods whisper. Suddenly, a fishy wind blew in, carrying the scent of blood and the musk of animals—the wolves had arrived.

　　Before long, shadows of wolves began to appear all around, poking their heads out cautiously, not attacking immediately. Perhaps they were wary of the guns in everyone's hands—after all, these well-made firearms were not to be trifled with.

　　Direct confrontation was everyone's favorite, but once these wolves started using tactics, they were no less cunning than humans. Just as everyone was nervously and eagerly cocking their guns, Andrew Adams suddenly stepped forward a few paces, put down his large bow, spread his feet, raised his hands like claws, and crouched low to the ground, moving like some kind of animal. He lifted his head, his sharp gaze filled with disdain and arrogance.

　　"Bro, come back!" Ethan Foster shouted in surprise, about to rush over to pull Andrew Adams back, but was stopped by David Bolton, who barked, "Wait! Everyone, stay alert! Leave Andrew bro's safety to me."

　　Hearing this, everyone took up their positions, carefully watching the wolves in their direction, ready to fight to the death. Jack Carter sneered coldly, "Come on, just in time to add to my dinner tonight."

　　At that moment, Andrew Adams suddenly leapt like a tiger—yes, a tiger leap. His agile body radiated a kingly aura. Then, Andrew Adams suddenly opened his mouth wide and roared—!

　　A domineering howl burst forth, whipping up a small whirlwind that sent dead leaves swirling. His body, like a tiger, stretched and contracted, letting out another wild roar—ROAR—!

　　The howl echoed through the mountains, intimidating all the beasts!

　　The overwhelming roar resounded through the forest, shaking the surroundings. The entire forest seemed to tremble, birds scattered in all directions, and the wolves glanced at Andrew Adams before turning and fleeing in frustration. In an instant, there was no trace of wolves around.

　　David Bolton and the others stared at Andrew Adams in shock, their eyes full of awe—a reverence for the king of the mountains. Only when the wolves had fled and Andrew Adams collapsed to the ground, swaying with exhaustion, did everyone snap out of it and rush over to help him up, calling his name with concern.

　　Andrew Adams, looking utterly exhausted, said, "Damn, I haven't practiced this in so long that I've regressed. I can't go on, I'm spent. Let's get out of here, move forward." With that, he pointed in a direction and fainted.

　　David Bolton quickly shouted, "Jack Carter, carry Andrew bro! Hurry, everyone, let's go!" His tone was urgent and anxious. No one noticed the tear at the corner of David Bolton's eye—a tear of being moved.

　　"Yes." Jack Carter responded with a hint of sorrow, hoisting Andrew Adams onto his back.

　　Everyone glanced at the unconscious Andrew Adams, their faces full of concern and gratitude, as well as endless admiration and awe for the strong. They quickly ran forward.

Chapter 9: An Unexpected Joy

　　The morning sunlight bathed the land, the air was especially fresh, and the endless primeval forest, swayed by the wind, surged like a green ocean. The early birds chirped happily, occasionally glancing around warily.

　　On the ancient, winding mountainside, a few people were anxiously moving forward—it was David Bolton's group. Everyone looked grim, glancing from time to time at Jack Carter carrying Andrew Adams on his back.

　　Andrew Adams's awe-inspiring roar was deeply imprinted in everyone's mind. They knew that Andrew Adams had once again saved their lives. They were filled with gratitude and awe, but everyone still regarded Andrew Adams as their brother, a lifelong brother, not some lofty god.