Chapter Fifty-One: Wolf Cub

  Man Tian was taken aback, his heart bitter, and didn't say much more. He took the blood source and said: "I'm Man Tian! The land of burying Man Tian is fraught with danger, why don't we enter together? After all, having one more friend means...!"

  "It's not necessary" Man Tian's words were cut off before he could finish, and with a single arrow, he was suddenly vetoed. Suddenly, he thought of something and looked at Man Tian: "Is your surname Man?" As he spoke, a hint of memory flashed in his eyes, and his expression gradually became astonished, staring at Man Tian: "Which clan's disciple are you?"

  "What's a clan?" Mo Tian heard this term for the first time, looked at Mo Yi Jian with confusion, and couldn't understand what he meant. After thinking for a long time, Mo Tian said: "I'm just a low-ranking tribesman, not some kind of clansman."

  "A lowly tribe?" Mo Yi was taken aback, sizing up Mo Tian for a moment before furrowing his brow and saying coldly, "Is the surname 'Mo' something that can be used by just any tribe or clan? If you don't want to say anything, then let's just drop it!" After speaking, Mo Yi slung his massive bow over his shoulder and forced himself to continue walking forward despite his injuries.

  It's really absurd to say that the surname "Man" cannot be used for ethnic groups or tribes. Doesn't this mean that only certain clans can use the surname "Man"?

  Suddenly, Man Tian thought of the voice he had heard from the bloodline: "Man Huang Zu Yuan". Adding to what Man Yi Jian said at this time, Man Tian vaguely grasped something. Looking at Man Yi Jian who was gradually moving away, Man Tian suppressed his doubts.

  Put the ten Blood Origins into the storage bag, and then sat down cross-legged to run the Yuan Force to start recovering.

  When the Barbarian Heaven opened his eyes, it was already a day later. The injuries in his body were gradually improving under the nourishment of blood and yuan energy, and there was no major problem. Looking at the still sleeping Little Tiger, the Barbarian Heaven fell into deep thought. Little Tiger was still too young, if he continued to venture deeper, he might not have time to take care of Little Tiger! However, after a moment's consideration, the Barbarian Heaven suppressed his desire to continue venturing deeper. His cultivation was only at the third-grade Tempering Body stage, and if he truly encountered a third-grade ferocious beast, he would surely die in battle! Continuing to venture deeper recklessly would only risk losing his life. Moreover, one month had already passed out of the three months' time, it was time for him to leave.

  As Mo Tian was thinking about whether to casually capture a second-rate ferocious beast, a silver-white figure suddenly rushed over from the outer periphery of the burial grounds. When he saw this figure, Mo Tian's whole body trembled and he hastily prepared to pick up the small tiger sleeping on the ground to escape from the place.

  Just about to touch Xiao Hu's hand, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes stared at the silver-white figure, with a hint of hesitation on his face.

  This silver-white figure was the Silver-backed Wolf King who had been chasing after Feng Sanren, but at this moment, the Silver-backed Wolf King's snow-white mane was stained with blood, and even the silver-colored blood could be seen dripping onto the ground as it ran wildly!

  Seizing this opportunity, the barbarian hesitated for a moment, but in less than a breath of time, his gaze steadied and he actually picked up the Thunder War Hammer, exerting all his strength to hurl it at the Silver-backed Wolf King.

  But unexpectedly, the moment the barbarian threw out the Thunder Warhammer, the Silverback Wolf King seemed to have lost all its strength and fell directly to the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.

  The barbarians who saw this scene were stunned.

  "This luck is too good, the Silverback Wolf King actually fainted? Without caring about the Thunder War Hammer striking empty air and smashing into the ground, Man Tian carefully approached the Silverback Wolf King. Man Tian was unsure if the Silverback Wolf King was truly unconscious or just pretending to be, until he arrived beside him and saw that the Silverback Wolf King was on his last breath before finally relaxing."

  Wait!

  The Silver-backed Wolf King was a third-grade ferocious beast, and with the help of the Wind Rider, the three of them were unable to defeat him. Was it that someone else had joined the battle? Or was it that a strong warrior from the Blood Elephant Realm had defeated the Silver-backed Wolf King? The barbarian's thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning, and after a moment of contemplation, he glanced in the direction of the outer circle, quickly putting away the Thunder War Hammer into his storage bag and placing the small tiger at his waist. He then swiftly returned to the Silver-backed Wolf King, grabbing its fur with both hands and letting out a loud shout, somehow lifting the massive wolf king that was over one zhang tall into the air. After hesitating for a moment, he proceeded towards the depths of the Burial Grounds of the Barbarians.

  If there really is a strong blood warrior joining the battle, he will not let the Silverback Wolf King go easily and may be pursuing from behind. The Barbarian Sky, who has already made up his mind to capture the Silverback Wolf King, has no way out and can only move forward towards the depths of the Burial Grounds!

  With a hard scalp and holding the silver-backed wolf king, the barbarian Tian only hoped that the arrow shot by the barbarian in front would sweep away all the three-product fierce beasts. Otherwise, this time it was indeed ominous with little luck.

  Two figures emerged in the place where the Silver-backed Wolf King had lain, a black-clad middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and a rough face, his eyes filled with majesty, and an old man in black robes, with white hair all over his head, deep wrinkles on his face, and a calm demeanor. Both of their faces had lines, which was the symbol of the Blood Image Realm.

  "Judging from the bloodstains, the Wolf King has been here! It's heavily injured and although it managed to escape, it shouldn't be able to hold on for much longer!" The middle-aged man stared at a patch of silvery white blood on the ground, his gaze flicking towards the other two ferocious beasts as sharp glints flashed in his eyes.

  The old man in black robes scanned the surroundings, looking at the corpses of the other two ferocious beasts, and said: "These two corpses have been dead for several days. From the wounds, it should not be just one person, but at least two people who must have been injured here to recover. It's just that they happened to encounter the Silver-backed Wolf King. Judging from the marks on the ground, the Silver-backed Wolf King was seriously injured and even on the verge of death." The old man's gaze turned back to the footprints left by Meng Tian in front, saying: "That person should have carried the Silver-backed Wolf King into the depths, but judging from the footprints, there is only one person?"

  After a moment of contemplation, the old man's eyes shot out cold glints as he said, "Pursue! Before the Wolf King gives birth and the wolf cubs open their eyes for the first time, we must find them!! Even if there are two people whose strength is not lower than ours, they have already been injured!"

  Two figures followed the pace of the barbarian king and rushed deep into the burial grounds.

  If Mo Tian had heard the old man's words, he would have felt a chill run down his spine. The old man had already guessed seven or eight tenths of what had happened from the traces on the ground!

  At this time, Man Tian was running wildly all the way. Although he knew that Man Yi's arrow was in front of him, Man Tian was still on high alert. He stared at the Silver-backed Wolf King, which let out a mournful howl, causing Man Tian's heart to slightly condense. Could it be that the Silver-backed Wolf King couldn't hold on for much longer?

  "Aaaaah!" Suddenly, a sound similar to that of a newborn wolf cub rang out. Man Tian was taken aback and looked at the small tiger tied around his waist, only to find its eyes tightly closed, yet it hadn't made a sound. After a moment's hesitation, he put down the Silver-backed Wolf King in a thicket. He glanced at the footprints he had left behind and felt a sense of unease. Upon examining the wolf king's injuries, Man Tian's expression turned puzzled - its abdomen seemed to have been smashed by some kind of brutal instrument, leaving a bloody hole, and it was from this wound that the cub's cries were coming!

  "This..." Meng Tian's heart skipped a beat, did the Silver-backed Wolf King have wolf cubs? Could it be that the person who heavily injured the Silver-backed Wolf King was after its wolf cubs? Sensing the emotions revealed in the Silver-backed Wolf King's eyes, Meng Tian's heart trembled. From this Silver-backed Wolf King's eyes, he couldn't see any fear or terror, only anxiety and a thread of maternal love. Its pair of eyes stared tightly at Meng Tian, continuously howling, as if telling him something.

  Man Tian gritted his teeth and looked ahead, knowing that if he continued to carry the Silver-backed Wolf King on his back, even if they reached a deeper location, they would still be caught up by pursuers. The blood of the Silver-backed Wolf King and his own footsteps were enough to attract people to chase after them.

  "Do you want me to take the wolf cub out?" Meng Tian looked at the Silver-backed Wolf King and said. A third-grade fierce beast was intelligent enough, so Meng Tian wasn't afraid that it wouldn't understand.