All the Greats of the Beast Race Are My Little Fans

A normal girl, Yu Wanwan, one day stepped onto the Beastmen Continent. Powerless, she decided to cling to the coattails of the Great White Tiger.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Far...

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Cold-Blooded Beastmen Have Attacked?!

This wasted a lot of time. By the time he returned to the bamboo forest with a bunch of tigers, Yu Wanwan was nowhere to be found.

"Wanwan! Wanwan!" The witch doctor transformed into human form, cupped his hands like a megaphone, and kept calling out Yu Wanwan's name, but no one responded.

A tiger approached the witch doctor. It opened its mouth and uttered a string of animalistic language: "Awoo awoo~" Witch doctor, where is the little female?

"I don't know either!" The witch doctor grabbed his hair and paced anxiously in circles.

He originally didn't want to create a love rival for Bai Jing, but now, he's completely lost him!

What should we do if we wait for Bai Jing to come back...

The witch doctor couldn't help but shudder at the thought of the raging flames in Bai Jing's palm.

No! We must find the female!

The witch doctor turned to the tigers and said, "Quick, quick, help us find her! She's very beautiful, with fair and delicate skin. Go quickly!"

He sent the tigers away, then transformed into his own beast form and began his search.

Yu Wanwan's face was indeed very distinctive in the beast world. The witch doctor told the tigers that the prettiest and whitest one was the one.

The tigers couldn't understand just how beautiful she was, until one of them saw a female wrapped around a snake's tail by the river. She was white and tender, like a lily wet by the rain.

The tiger's heart trembled, but his attachment to his mate brought him back to his senses.

Seeing the female trembling in the hands of the two cold-blooded beastmen, the white tiger bared its teeth and roared without hesitation. The sound pierced through the treetops, startling several birds into flight, and also startling the white tigers nearby.

The white tigers, which were close by, stared at each other with fear in their eyes. This was the cry that only cold-blooded beastmen would make when they attacked.

Most of the white tigers gathered together and headed towards the sound, while some rushed back to the tribe to report the news, inform the tribe members, and also call back the orcs who were out hunting.