Chapter 391 Heading South! Heading South! _2

Hearing the three words "Great Snowy Wind," he shuddered all over, suddenly turned his head, and looked in the direction of the sound.

But he saw in the distance that amidst the vast expanse, a sound akin to wailing ghosts and howling wolves suddenly arose, closely followed by a grey shadow enveloping everything, rolling toward the direction in which his tribe was moving.

"Quick! Run for your lives!"

Witnessing this scene, Anshan cried out sharply, his eyes filled with immense fear, "The Great Snowy Wind is here, everyone drop your belongings and run!"

As he spoke, he no longer cared for anything else, his whip flailing as he rode his steed to a part of the tribal procession, then he snatched a child from the arms of a panicked woman, held his own son, and escaped in the opposite direction.

As for his wife and the fellow tribespeople behind him, he could no longer afford to care for them and left them behind.