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The masked raider closed in on Xiao Qiang, the atmosphere growing tense. The rescued individuals were terrified, too afraid to run away on their own.
Xiao Qiang smiled calmly, raising the Stick in his hand. With a nimble movement, he ducked to the side and slipped away like a monkey. With him leading the way, the others finally found the courage to scatter in all directions, fleeing from various angles.
The mounted raiders could not catch up in time and had no choice but to split up and continue capturing those he had just rescued.
Old Dada Mishu also joined the effort to save the abducted Waji Mountain People along with other tribesmen. In an instant, a chase through the dense forest began. Those tied to the branches were also frightened; they struggled but had to be wary of the monstrous birds lurking in the shadows.
The raiders pursued Xiao Qiang and his group, searching for them separately.
Those left behind were filled with dread and confusion, knowing that this death-laden forest concealed countless carnivorous creatures. Over time, these predators had evolved into herbivores or creatures that fed on underground insects.
The previously quiet forest erupted once more into chaos as the man-eating birds chased after the raiders, who in turn pursued those abducted individuals saved by Xiao Qiang.
Xiao Qiang led the rescued individuals toward Old Dada Mishu's hidden position.
Old Dada Mishu skillfully wielded his Stick, having set up some small traps during previous moments of respite. However, in such a harsh environment, regardless of how brave or cunning one might be, it was impossible to withstand the surrounding capture of thousands of raiders.
Ultimately, those who had been rescued lost their freedom again, while Xiao Qiang, who had narrowly escaped, gasped for breath as he searched for Jill and Amayi.
When he arrived at their hiding place, he was taken aback. The spot where they had concealed themselves was empty—where could they have gone?
Panicking, Xiao Qiang hurriedly retraced his steps to look for them.
Jill and Amayi had fallen back into the hands of the raiders once more; he caught sight of them through the commotion. Should he use his Ability against these bastards? But taking on so many raiders alone would be difficult; the people from Ancient Times were not as easy to deal with as those bloodthirsty creatures from the future. Weighing many factors in his mind, he scanned the crowd of abducted individuals but did not see Old Dada Mishu. Remembering Old Dada Mishu's earlier warnings and reflecting on how his impulsiveness had led to losing Amayi filled him with regret. Ultimately, reason triumphed over impulse; he gritted his teeth and hid in the shadows, waiting for the raiders to leave before urgently searching for Old Dada Mishu.
Old Dada Mishu was injured; he had been pierced by a sharp spear thrown by one of the raiders.
Xiao Qiang dragged Old Dada Mishu away using a wooden frame, but he did not give up on tracking the raiders' trail.
Old Dada Mishu's injuries were not severe, though he was running a high fever. However, if the bleeding was not stopped in time and inflammation was not addressed, his wounds could become infected. That would be disastrous, potentially leading to death.
Xiao Qiang first used Old Dada Mishu's flint to start a large bonfire, then heated his dagger until it glowed red. He pressed the dagger against each of Old Dada Mishu's wounds to cauterize them.
The Waji Mountain People were truly courageous, possessing both bravery and endurance. As the dagger seared his skin, releasing wisps of white smoke and the smell of charred flesh, Old Dada Mishu did not even furrow his brow; he endured in silence.
As the leader of the Waji Mountain People, Xiao Qiang felt deep admiration for him.
With the wounds cauterized, Xiao Qiang felt much more at ease. This would help prevent the spread of infection. With everything prepared, he set out to find herbs for inflammation and food. Leaving Old Dada Mishu behind, he spotted a group of horned animals grazing in a dense patch of wild grass and felt a surge of excitement as he approached his target, raising his stick to throw.
However, being not a native of the Waji Mountain People, his throw missed entirely, scaring the animals away instead. Furious, Xiao Qiang kicked off with all his might and activated his ability to catch one for roasting.
He ran like an arrow released from a bow, swiftly overtaking them. But before he could steady himself, he stumbled too hard and fell into a trap set by hunters. Fortunately, he did not land on the sharp stakes inside; otherwise, he would have been doomed.
The trap was deep—several meters down. Inside lay many corpses of animals that had fallen victim to it, with several black-feathered vultures pecking at the decaying bodies hanging from wooden stakes.
At that moment, thunder roared and heavy rain poured down. Poor Xiao Qiang tilted his head back and let the rain wash over his face, feeling utterly despondent. Was heaven deliberately making things difficult for him? It started pouring just when he needed it least.
The rain formed countless streams that rushed into the trap. This was not a good omen; if the water filled the trap completely, would there be any way out for him? Just then, a loud roar echoed behind him.
Instinctively turning around despite himself, he cursed under his breath—just when things couldn't get worse. The source of the commotion was a ferocious and crazed Saber-Toothed Tiger; in the entire pit, only Xiao Qiang and this Saber-Toothed Tiger remained alive.
Now it was either Xiao Qiang killing the Saber-Toothed Tiger before being drowned by the rain or facing certain death.
Either let the Saber-Toothed Tiger escape from the wooden trap and devour Shu Bo.
At the same time, a strange event occurred among the Waji Mountain People.
After sending Xiao Qiang and the others away, Saint Mother had not eaten or drunk anything for several days, curling up alone with her eyes closed. She appeared to be in a state between sleep and wakefulness, as if dreaming while on the verge of slumber.
The scenes in her dreams were fraught with danger, and her facial expressions changed dramatically. The other Waji Mountain People surrounding her were astonished but dared not disturb her.
Just as Xiao Qiang fell into the trap, Saint Mother felt a chill run through her body, trembling uncontrollably. An elder of the Waji Mountain People quietly informed the others that this Saint Mother was exerting all her strength, using her spirit to follow and protect the Saints who had gone out.
In the trap, Xiao Qiang held a sharp wooden stick, waiting for an opportunity to kill the Saber-Toothed Tiger when it raised its head to resist the rainwater pouring into its mouth. Just as he lifted the stick, Amayi's words suddenly sprang to mind: the Saber-Toothed Tiger is a divine beast.
He drove away the Vulture that was pecking at the carrion. Xiao Qiang halted his intention to kill the Saber-Toothed Tiger, looked up at the wooden frame trapping it, and cautiously approached. Wiping his rain-soaked face, he nervously swallowed and said, "I can save you, but you have to promise not to eat me."
The Saber-Toothed Tiger raised its head, continuing to fight against the rainwater threatening to enter its mouth. It let out a roar befitting a king, as if responding to Xiao Qiang's words.
Xiao Qiang leaned closer, extending his hands to brace against the collapsing wooden frame. The Saber-Toothed Tiger was freed from its confinement; it let out a howl. Instead of fleeing immediately from danger, it submerged itself in waist-deep water around the wooden post and suddenly opened its massive jaws wide, lunging directly at Xiao Qiang.
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