Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off-Chapter 361: Evil destroys evil.

While the Fox Tribe were fleeing for their lives, a dark figure arrived at their abandoned tribe.

The old witch doctor stepped into the village square, his face twisting with a look of pure, ugly shock.

He looked around at the silent treehouses and the cold fire pits. He threw his wooden staff onto the ground in a fit of rage.

"Empty?" he screamed at the wind. "How can it be empty?!"

Behind him, the forest was screaming.

A massive horde of death was approaching...the beast tide.

Thousands of evil, ferocious beasts were surging forward, their eyes glowing a deep, bloody red.

Their jaws were wide open, dripping with thick, hungry saliva. They were mad with a hunger that could never be satisfied, and they were only minutes away.

The witch doctor had worked so hard for this.

He had guided the beasts directly here so they wouldn’t waste time wandering. He wanted to watch the Fox Tribe be torn to pieces.

"How did they know?" he hissed, his chest heaving.

"The Fox Priest isn’t that powerful! He can see weeks ahead, but he can’t see a surprise attack planned for the very next day! Who told them?!"

He didn’t have time to find the answer. The ground began to shake.

The witch doctor scrambled up the tallest ancient tree, his old bones creaking, just as the first wave of evil ferocious beasts slammed into the village.

It was a scene from a nightmare. The evil beasts didn’t just walk in; they exploded into the tribe.

They toppled the beautiful wooden fences and smashed the stone ovens. They burst into the empty treehouses, shredding hides and breaking everything in sight, searching for flesh to bite.

But there was no one. The mountain was empty of souls, but it was filled with a scent that made the beasts go from hungry to insane.

It was the smell of their dead cubs.

The monsters stopped their mindless biting and began to sniff the earth.

Their red eyes filled with a terrifying light.

Suddenly, a massive, mutated wolf began to dig at the ground behind a house. Then another beast started digging, and another, their claws throwing dirt everywhere in a frenzy.

They were digging up the small, cold bodies of the cubs that had been buried there.

When the first mother beast pulled her dead cub from the dirt, she let out a sound that didn’t belong in this world.

It was an agonizing, bone-chilling cry of pure grief and rage.

Soon, the entire mountain was filled with these screams. Thousands of evil beasts were howling at the sky, holding their dead children in their jaws.

The grief turned into a savage madness. They didn’t just want food anymore...they wanted blood.

They wanted to find the people who had done this. They began to tear the very trees out of the ground. They dug so deep into the mountain that the rocks started to crumble.

They turned their heads as one, sniffing the air. They caught a faint, lingering scent of the Fox Tribe moving down the mountain.

With a collective roar that shook the very foundation of the earth, the tide turned. They didn’t care about the empty village anymore.

They wanted to find the culprit. They wanted to rip the hearts out of every fox, tiger, and snake they could find.

The hunt wasn’t just about hunger anymore. It was about revenge. And they were coming fast.

Suddenly...

A sudden gust of wind swept through the treetops.

Huge wings flapped silently across the dark sky.

Without a sound, the shadow landed on the same ancient tree where the old witch doctor stood. Feathers faded, bones shifted, and in the blink of an eye, the massive birdman transformed into an elderly man.

He stood on the branch and immediately bowed deeply.

"Old Witch Doctor," the Bird Tribe’s leader said solemnly, his voice tight with anger. "The Fox Tribe is far more cunning than we expected."

His hands clenched at his sides.

"They discovered the surprise attack. Before the sun even set, the entire tribe abandoned the village. Not a single soul was left behind."

His breathing grew heavy.

"They even found out about the beast tide that was supposed to arrive in one week. And when it escalated early... they still knew."

His eyes burned with fury. He looked as if he wanted to kill someone right then and there.

"How can they be so clever?" he hissed.

Then he raised his head and looked at the old witch doctor.

The witch doctor’s face was darker than the night itself.

The Bird Tribe leader felt a chill crawl up his spine. He immediately lowered his eyes and continued carefully.

"I’ve already sent my best warriors to track their trail. They haven’t left this forest valley yet."

He paused, then spoke slowly.

"If you lead the beast tide toward them... the ferocious beasts will find them. They won’t escape."

"We can’t allow those evil ones to run," he said coldly. "They’ve already ruined everything they touched. If they find a new land, they’ll destroy that place too."

His voice dropped.

"No one from the Black Temple is allowed to leave alive."

At those words, the old witch doctor’s fingers tightened around his staff.

Crack.

Blood seeped from his palm. But his expression did not change.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze toward the distance...the direction the Fox Tribe should have fled.

He saw nothing...Only darkness. After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"Guide them."

His voice was calm.

"I will lead the beast tide."

"They must be annihilated," he said quietly. "Not a single soul will survive."

"They will atone for their sins."

A twisted smile slowly spread across his wrinkled face.

He was certain of one thing.

Unless the Beast God himself descended to save them...The Fox Tribe would die here today.

He would personally dig their graves.

A cold, evil light flashed in his eyes.

The Bird Tribe leader felt his fear rise...but then he forced himself to calm down.

Why was he afraid?

The old witch doctor was right. How could evil be allowed to roam freely on sacred Beast God’s land?

To him, the Fox Tribe and the ferocious beasts were the same.

Both were evil.

And it was only right...That evil destroyed evil.