Chapter 22: It’s Impolite Not to Seek Revenge

"Chief, save me!"
Lu Fei's cry was so pitiful that even the two monsters fighting ahead faltered for a brief moment.
Bear Chief was indeed a leader, and the tiger monster he fought was also one of the chief-level monsters from Snake Coil Mountain.
A leader always has subordinates.
So, both chief monsters paused at Lu Fei's desperate shout.
However, Bear Chief happened to be facing Lu Fei and only needed to lift his head to see his subordinate, the white-furred wolf, fleeing for his life, pursued by a snake monster.
Judging by the size of that snake monster... it was also a chief-level serpent.
"Not good..."
Bear Chief felt a jolt of alarm.
As a minor chief of Wandering Mountain, he was well aware of their lord's tradition of challenging other monster clans every few years.
He had served under their lord for many years and participated in such battles countless times.
With experience accumulated from so many encounters, he always chose to duel a chief of equal rank. It was unnecessary to fight to the death, but he could not afford to slack off, with their lord watching from above.
Thus, he had survived many battles without incident, always following the lord after the fight to feast on the corpses of fallen lesser monsters, gradually accumulating strength and cultivating.
Being able to coast through these tasks, Bear Chief had no desire to take risks.
Now, seeing his white-furred subordinate bringing an enemy chief straight to him, Bear Chief immediately sensed danger.
He certainly did not wish to be surrounded by two enemy chiefs.
Distraction in battle was a deadly mistake.
At that very instant, his opponent—a tiger chief wielding a massive axe—suddenly brightened his gaze, stepped back, and roared.
"Roar..."
In a split second, Bear Chief, unable to cover his ears in time, was pinned in place by the tiger's roar, his body shivering uncontrollably.
Seeing the effectiveness of his roar, the tiger chief's face twisted into a fierce grin as he raised his axe and swung it down at the stunned bear.
"Die!"
The tiger monster shouted, swinging his axe.
Bear Chief, jolted awake, broke free of his paralysis and desperately raised his own axe to block the blow.
But the tiger suddenly bared his fangs in a wicked smile, changing the direction of his swing from Bear Chief's head to his shoulder.
"Not good..."

Seeing the tiger's expression, Bear Chief knew disaster was imminent, but it was already too late.
The tiger's axe crashed down on Bear Chief