"The human clan's physical bodies are too weak, yet such a weak tribe is revered as the leader of all beings. It's truly unfair. In this era of great competition, I've awakened spiritual wisdom, and I should seize the initiative to change the rulers of this world."
The cross-eyed tiger walked up to a villager who had fallen to the ground, his leg still intact.
It looked on with cold eyes, opened its bloody mouth, and tore the entire leg off. Then it slowly sat down and began to lick the leg, savoring this delicious meal.
With each lick, its tongue scraped off a layer of meat, making a hissing sound.
The village was filled with a thick, bloody smell and a strange, fishy wind.
"So comfortable... I've heard that humans also like my tail, saying it's a delicacy. Next time, I'll catch some people and see if they really like it..."
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On the mountain path, many villagers who had left Hongshan Village walked with lost expressions.