The sound of heavy breathing echoed in his ears as Ethan Brooks shouted toward Reed.

Seeing the bewildered look on Reed's face, he knew his words just now had been wasted—such a good idea, completely gone to waste. He had learned this brilliant idea from Blind Sullivan.

Speaking of which, he still had to thank the system. It was only after he finished watching the scene where Blind Sullivan set up the Dragon-Skinning Formation that he arrived in this world. He remembered watching it on Tencent Video.

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“Grant wants to lure this pack of Tusked Armored Beasts deep into the mountains.”

Reed shouted as he ran, his voice booming and loud. Clearly, he had encountered this kind of situation many times before and was already quite experienced.

In contrast, Ethan Brooks was thinking further ahead. The depths of the mountains were a paradise for ferocious beasts. With the tribe’s current strength, hunting beasts as powerful as those at the Stone-Splitting level in the depths of the mountains was something that could only happen in dreams.

It was rare for such a group of reckless Tusked Armored Beasts to come out from the depths of the mountains—how could they not take the chance to have a good feast?

You had to know that even when the tribe’s hunting parties entered the mountains, they might not catch more than a few Stone-Splitting level beasts in a whole year. These creatures had tough hides and thick flesh, far stronger than humans.

It all came down to the tribe’s weakness. It was a vicious cycle: high-level beasts were the foundation for keeping totem warriors’ blood energy strong, and eating high-level beast meat could improve a warrior’s strength, but the tribe simply didn’t have the power to hunt such beasts.

“You distract them, I’ll go discuss with Grant.”

At this moment, Ethan Brooks didn’t hesitate. He slipped into the thick grass, while Reed slowed down, climbed up a giant tree, and drew the pursuing Tusked Armored Beasts’ attention.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With the beasts’ impact, the giant tree toppled. Reed spread his arms like a great bird, leaped high, grabbed a hanging vine, and swung toward another tree.

Meanwhile, Ethan Brooks circled around and finally returned to the valley where the tribe was located. The narrow entrance to the valley had already been blocked with huge boulders.

After he entered the valley, a group of people pushed a massive stone, as big as a small mountain, to block the entrance again.

The appearance of the Tusked Armored Beasts had put the whole tribe on edge. Wade and Bishop stood guard at the valley entrance with the tribespeople.

“Gather all the weapons together.”

As Wade approached, Ethan Brooks hurriedly spoke.

Ethan Brooks’s urgent tone startled the tribespeople, and they all raised the weapons in their hands.

“I…”

For a moment, he felt his head rush with blood, his energy surging. Was this fate working against him?

The weapons in the tribespeople’s hands nearly made him cry. The able-bodied men were at least holding roughly made stone or bone weapons.

Using stones was barely acceptable—they could at least be thrown.

But, big sister, what do you mean by holding a yam?

Tusked Armored Beasts aren’t vegetarians.

The entire tribe had fewer than two hundred people. At this moment, about a hundred able-bodied men and women were gathered at the entrance.

As for the stone weapons… forget it, Ethan Brooks gave up.

Blind Sullivan’s Dragon-Skinning Formation was clearly not going to work.

He was being forced to use his trump card.

“Chief.”

Wade stepped forward, the totem on his right cheek glowing with a blue light. He was even taller than Ethan Brooks, his aura wild and fierce, leaving Ethan Brooks a bit stunned.

“In the wilderness outside, which kind of tree burns easily?”

“Chief.”

Seeing the puzzled look on Wade’s face, Ethan Brooks realized his words were wasted again. He turned his gaze to Bishop.

“The wolf-bark tree outside the valley—the tribe always uses it to start fires.”

“All warriors, go out and cut down wolf-bark trees and bring them to the valley entrance.”

Immediately, Ethan Brooks gave the order.

Not a single person moved!

“Hurry up!”

Seeing the hesitant looks on the tribespeople’s faces, he shouted angrily and kicked Harris, who was at the front of the crowd.

“Ch-chief…”

Harris, reeling from the blow, looked aggrieved. Why was he always the unlucky one?

Seeing Harris’s plight, the people around quickly stepped aside. We don’t know why the chief is so fierce, and we don’t dare ask.

“Anyone who disobeys orders will be ex—”

Halfway through his sentence, Ethan Brooks’s eyes darted, and he quickly said, “This is guidance from the great totem.”

He headed toward the cave where Grant was, but for some reason, Grant did not appear.

In the past, when the tribe faced such situations, they would usually seal the valley entrance and wait for the beasts to leave. Honestly, the tribe’s survival was thanks to their good location.

Inside the cave, Grant sat cross-legged before the fire, eyes closed, not responding to his calls, as if in complete silence.

After giving Grant a long look, Ethan Brooks turned and left the cave. At the same time, Grant opened his eyes, a glimmer of light flashing in his cloudy gaze.

Back at the valley entrance, the boulders blocking the entrance had been pushed aside to create a gap. Wade and the strong men of the tribe had already left the valley to cut down wolf-bark trees.

The wolf-bark tree was a type of wood with a high oil content. Its bark was mottled like wolf fur, and its branches bore no leaves, only sharp thorns.

“Follow me.”