Yifeng, the chief of the Leopard Tribe, was covered in a layer of inky black fur, smooth and shiny, with a faint glow under the moonlight. Its strong and powerful limbs were like four solid iron pillars, and every step it took was accompanied by a steady and unstoppable force; its extremely sharp claws extended from its soles, flashing with a cold metallic luster, as if it could easily tear apart any enemy.

It held its head high, with clear muscle lines on its neck, showing an innate pride. Its long tail was like a flexible whip, gently swinging in the air, occasionally sweeping through the surrounding grass, making a rustling sound.

Yifeng was regarded as a cruel and violent being by the orcs of the surrounding tribes, whose cruelty was beyond imagination. Whenever the name Yifeng was mentioned, they would tremble involuntarily, and their hearts would be filled with endless fear.

Yifeng was so powerful that he was terrifying. He possessed unparalleled strength, and every attack was as fierce and violent as a storm, making it impossible for people to resist. He could tear the enemy into pieces in an instant, and blood would splatter on the spot.

As a result, the entire Leopard Tribe naturally became the typical representative of villains in this small world. Many relatively weak tribes were terrified of it and kept silent.

When facing the Leopard Tribe, the small tribes were filled with fear, and they didn't even dare to have the slightest thought of provoking them. Because if they were not careful and offended this powerful and fierce tribe, they would probably be facing a catastrophe. Therefore, whenever the Leopard Tribe was mentioned, the members of the weak tribes would unconsciously lower their voices, with terrified looks on their faces.

In the plot, the original owner was scared to death by the big black panther that rubbed against him.

Wan Shen: “…”

Wan Shen slowly came back to his senses after watching the plot. A huge and furry face suddenly approached and stared at Wan Shen motionlessly.

"Where are you from, little guy?"

"Excuse me...where is this?"

"This is the Leopard Tribe. I found you by chance and picked you up when I was passing by that winding river. You were soaking wet at that time, as miserable as a drowned chicken. If I hadn't happened to pass by there, I'm afraid you would have been washed away by the river and disappeared." Having said this, Yifeng's mouth corners slightly raised, as if he remembered the interesting scene when he picked up this little black cat.

Just when Yifeng had finished a bloody meal and was contentedly preparing to go to the river to clean himself up, he picked up the original owner.

Normally, an orc like Yifeng, who was free and unrestrained by nature, should have no interest in such trivial matters, and would not even bother to take a look. However, this time, for some reason, just such a short stay and gaze made Black Panther, who was originally planning to turn around and leave without paying any attention to the matter, feel a ripple in his heart. When he came to his senses, the little black cat had been brought back to the tribe by him.

"Thank you, you are so kind. My name is Wanshen. I... I am homeless... I have nowhere to go..."

"The kitten is so pitiful, so let it stay."

The next second, Wan Shen saw the big black panther in front of him stretching its limbs, its muscle lines gradually becoming prominent, and its figure becoming tall and mighty. When it stood up completely, it was already in the shape of a man with a height of nearly two meters.