We quickly reunited with the twenty or so natives we had met before, and I noticed that they looked quite dejected.

Looking at the few pitifully small prey hanging on their backs, I could roughly guess what was going on.

It seems we weren't very lucky today; a large group of people came out but didn't find any large prey to hunt.

I know that these indigenous people, who live in tribal communities, cannot live as freely as a good-for-nothing like me.

They also have their own life pressures to bear; their biggest pressure is needing enough food every day to support their families.

Finding food in this jungle full of wild beasts is not easy. Even if you manage to hunt a large animal, you have to be wary of other predators trying to take it from you.

I've had the experience of encountering a sand monster that stole all the wild boars and pythons I had hunted, leaving me with only two hides and some lard.

Before I started hunting, I could take down many large animals by myself. Back then, I didn't have any helpers, so I had to plan everything carefully before I could act.

But things are different now; I'm suddenly surrounded by a large group of advanced monkeys.

These guys were already up against that black native in terms of combat strength. If it weren't for the modern firearms I had on hand, I wouldn't have been able to hold them back.

Based on their physical abilities alone, they could easily crush me and rub me into the ground, and I wouldn't be able to resist.

As long as these locals follow my orders, they can easily take down not just a few large animals, but dozens.

When we returned to the tribe, it was already getting dark. It was probably around three or four o'clock, but because the rainy season was coming soon, the sky would suddenly become very gloomy.

We traveled along a steep mountain ridge to the southwest. These local people still valued me as a deity.

Three people led the way, and we walked behind them, with a long line of people bringing up the rear.

I only learned this later through conversations with them. The real danger here never comes from the front, but from sneak attacks from the rear.

At first, I thought they were exaggerating. It wasn't until some things happened after I spent time with them that I realized my own thinking was ridiculous.

The beasts here are completely different from those in my original world. They are obviously more intelligent and cunning, and they never play by the rules.

We were walking along the road when suddenly the three natives leading the way waved to signal us to stop.

The leader, who was noticeably taller, raised his head and sniffed the air for a while. Then, his face lit up with a smile as if he had been bathed in a spring breeze as he smiled at his companions.

At this moment, his companions also raised their heads and sniffed the air intensely, and soon they also showed the same joyful expression as their leader.

I was a little suspicious, so I tried to sniff the air like they did. But embarrassingly, I couldn't smell a single hair.

I even suspect these natives are born in the Year of the Dog. How can they identify the species of animals from such a distance just by smelling them?

Then Top sniffed the air and let out a weak squeak as a warning, telling me that the animal ahead was dangerous, as Top was familiar with the smell of that animal.

At this moment, the leading native came up to me and wanted to kneel down before speaking. I quickly stopped him and gestured for him to speak directly if he had any questions.

The indigenous chief gestured to me while speaking in his gibberish. After we checked the gestures repeatedly, I roughly understood what he wanted to say.

The indigenous chief said that there should be some herbivores and carnivores fighting not far ahead. They don't yet understand the meaning of hunting; in their eyes, any act of attacking another is called fighting.

So I understand that what he actually meant was that there are some predators hunting herbivores ahead, and they want to wait until the predators succeed before stealing their spoils, and now they want to know my opinion.

I thought to myself, you bunch of old fogies are really shameless, but... I like it.

I am not a conventional person, and I would never take such an opportunity if I were alone.

But looking at the relaxed expressions on these natives' faces, I knew that these old men had been doing this kind of thing for quite some time.

They were all physically strong and mentally resilient. Doing something like that was within my understanding; after all, there were others like Lao Liu in our world who did the same thing.

The Maasai tribe, located on the African savanna, is a prime example of someone who understands this principle well.

Their Maasai warriors are all incredibly fierce, and their coming-of-age ceremony requires a sixteen-year-old boy to hunt down a fully grown lion weighing several hundred pounds with a spear all by himself.

Over time, the Maasai people's influence has been etched deep into the DNA of these wild beasts, leading them to be considered the most dangerous animals on the African savanna, bar none.

These true apex predators roam the African savanna. All the wild beasts would give them a wide berth; if you didn't leave, they would come.

These Maasai people went so far as to have two people openly snatch prey from a lion's jaws, while the lion could only roar in protest and retreat to give up its prey.

The hyenas, hailed as the heads of the proctology department, were thoroughly subdued by the Maasai's spears and clubs, and would grovel and run away with their tails between their legs whenever they saw them.

I've never been to Africa, so I don't know how formidable the Maasai people are. But these locals in front of me seem to be even stronger and braver than those Maasai warriors.

Because the species in this world are fundamentally different from those in our world, the difference in combat power among different races will naturally be greater.

However, compared to these natives, Tang Yi seemed to have forgotten about himself. If those natives knew that Tang Yi had single-handedly taken down a short-faced bear weighing over a ton.

He single-handedly killed a group of sand beasts, and when the leader of the group targeted him, he not only survived but killed it instead, wiping out the entire sand beast horde by himself.

Those natives probably viewed Tang Yi as a hundred times more terrifying than any wild beast.

Leaving aside the short-faced bear, although its hide and flesh provide high defense and its strength is terrifying, it is ultimately a lone wolf, and just a muscle-bound, simple-minded creature.

If the indigenous people have enough numbers and coordinate their tactics well, they can first use arrows to wear them down from a distance, and then surround them with spears, and slowly wear them down.

However, even the people of their tribe dared not easily provoke those cunning and vengeful sand beasts.