"All of our adult warriors were transferred away by the Gold Black Mountain," growled the Fire Leopard Clan warrior hoarsely. The man had tens of serious injuries on his body and even a few bones were broken. He had struggled to the Cold Stream Valley with only a sliver of hope in his heart.
"Only three hundred weak warriors were left in the clan! The enemies from the Blood Crocodile Clan and Ghost Frog Clan are many! Many!" the man shouted.
He grabbed Ji Xia's arms with a pair of bleeding hands, gnashed his teeth and cried, "Ji Xia, the great leader! Help my clan! Save my clansmen! We are the largest branch of the Fire Leopard Clan; half of all the old ones, children and women of the entire Fire Leopard Clan are within our branch!"