The next day.
A leopard transformed into human form and back-faced Muir, walking in the forest with a group of leopards. He said worriedly, "Muir, are you okay? Shall we send you back to the City of Beastmen first?"
Muir shook his head feebly. "It's of no use. The only way to neutralize the poison from snake beastmen is to eat them. Don't bother wasting your energy by running back for me. The more important thing is to rescue the female."
The snake beastman had four animal stripes, whereas their group only consisted of two-striped leopards. They couldn't even rescue a female from his hands, much less kill him.
Now that the strongest among them—Muir—had lost his combat power, they would probably even fail in their task to save the female.
The leopards felt dejected.
Roar! Someone discovered something!