Haihu held the flagpole with his rage teeth and walked in the ruins of the Baiyutai.

There was a barren area around, and there were large and small pits left by the seniors who were exploring the ruins everywhere. Occasionally, there was a flash of inspiration in the distance, which was a spiritual weapon and elixir that flew out from somewhere, which immediately caused a big and small commotion, and many spiritual practitioners would rush over to compete.

Haihu's rage teeth were like the tribe members behind him, and he didn't even look at those inspirations.

Their noses squirmed slightly, capturing the faint fragrance of osmanthus in the air, and followed this fragrance to the depths of the remains.

A large group of Haihu tribe members appeared at the same time. Many spiritual practitioners who knew the grudges of the Haihu tribe and the Haiqiu tribe all screamed in surprise when they saw them.

There were also some spiritual practitioners with ulterior motives following them sneakily. Some people wanted to take action several times. But when they saw thousands of sea tigers whose breath was almost condensed into one, they looked at their exquisite armor and unified weapons, and these spiritual practitioners finally shook their heads and left.

The reward order of the Haiqiu clan has long expired. Even if you hunt one and two sea tigers and send them, you will not receive any reward.

These sea tigers were slightly hunched over, their faces were gloomy, and they were as yin as if the whole family had just died, giving people an inexplicable sense of shock.

Everyone has no personal grudges, and the Haiqiu clan will not give them rewards. Who would inexplicably attack these sea tigers?

Haihu's angry teeth slowly turned his head, looked at the slowly retreating spiritual cultivators with a gloomy face, and the corners of his mouth slightly cracked, revealing sharp fangs - he was the Haihu boy who used a big knife made of whale bone on the beach and gave Hu a strong knife!

The Haihu clan takes the clan name as its surname, and Haihu is their surname.

When Haihu's Rage Teeth was born, he had two fangs that were half an inch longer than his brothers and were extremely sharp and hard, so he was named "Rage Teeth".

It is precisely because these two fangs that could easily pierce through the hard seal skull when he was just born, and the angry teeth of the sea tiger were considered to be extraordinary in talent by the clan elders, so he survived!

He survived, and all the eleven brothers and sisters born to him and his mother were dead!

The Haihu clan has limited resources and its survival territory is extremely small. The little Haihu born from a child can only survive one head!

After getting older, Haihu Rageya saw the clan elders crying silently, and after selecting the strongest and most talented bunch of the little sea tiger cubs, he personally took action to kill all the other little sea tiger cubs... Haihu Rageya's waist was slightly hunched over like other tribe members, and could never stand up again!

More than a thousand Haihu people maintained almost the same posture, hunched their backs slightly, clasped their weapons with their hands, and walked forward without saying a word.

All the Haihu tribe members present were the most talented among their siblings and sisters who survived. Like Haihu’s angry teeth, everyone carries the lives of their own brothers and sisters!

They were just born, and they were covered in blood!

The blood from the brothers and sisters dyed their bodies red, blocked their pores, made them breathless, made them silent, and made them speak gloomy, like a ghost walking in the sun.

The young men like Haihu Rage Ya are fine. They are just slightly hunched over. What they support on their shoulders is the lives of their brothers and sisters, and what they entangle is the blood of their brothers and sisters!

And those old men of the Sea Tiger clan have profound cultivation and powerful strength. Even if a mountain is pressed on their shoulders, they can easily bear it with their strength. However, these old men of the clan are almost hunched over with ninety degrees, and none of them can raise their heads and straighten their waists. They even lost the courage to look at their tribesmen in the face.

Many times, when Haihu looked at the clan elders who were sitting in the corner with a rage, he even thought that these clan elders were dead!

Too many sea tiger cubs' lives were pressing on them, and too many sea tiger cubs' blood flooded them.

These clan elders could not breathe or shout. They could only let the heavy life bend their waists and let the sticky blood flood their souls. They just barely lived. If it weren't for the Haihu clan's needing enough masters to protect them, they would have been dead!

These are a group of old people who step on the underworld and barely stay on the earth!

In fact, they were already dead, and they no longer had the intention to live. They only struggled and forced themselves to live because of the pleas of the previous generation of clan elders to protect the surviving tribe members.

If it weren't for that year, on the beach of the deserted island, the sea tiger's rage teeth and the eleven little tiger cubs had inexplicably met Hu Dali.

Perhaps, the Haihu people never had the day to straighten their waists again.

The eleven hungry and skinny sea tiger cubs were lucky ones secretly stole by the sea tiger's angry teeth. They had twelve siblings in one child, and the strongest tiger cub was left by the clan elders, and the next day they were going to be disposed of by the clan elders.

No one knows how long the Haihu's rage teeth have been in the spiritual struggle and how much determination they have made. A young man without adults escaped from the hiding place of his tribe with eleven sea tiger cubs on his back and wandered around on the deserted island near Wufeng Canyon.

A young man who has a weak cultivation level, a low strength, has no experience in survival in the wild, and has not even understood one of his talents and magical powers. He still needs his parents to raise him, and he is struggling to survive on a deserted island with eleven heads of oil...

It was a day when Haihu's angry teeth were unbearable to look back on, but before he practiced his anger, he would force himself to review every detail.

During that bumpy and displaced, the sea tiger suddenly understood the mood of the old men of the sea tiger clan!

For a long time, Haihu couldn't hold on anymore. He wanted to kill the eleven younger brothers and sisters he brought out by himself, and then stab him to death!

Really, I can't stand it anymore!

Really, it's too difficult!

Two times, while fishing, he was accidentally bitten by a highly venomous sea snake. The sea tiger, who relied on his strong vitality, struggled to survive even felt that death must be much more comfortable than living.

After that period of time, Haihu's Rage Teeth became even more incomprehensible - how did the old Haihu tribe who had carried too many things more than him persist in surviving? If it were Haihu's Rage Teeth, he would definitely seek relief.

Holding the flagpole cast in sterling silver with both hands, the flag of the White Tiger Festival Hall fluttered in the wind.

Haihu's angry teeth thought of that day again.

When he woke up from his fainting, he saw eleven little tigers with round belly eating, playing around a huge white tiger.
Chapter completed!