"Roar, roar..." At this moment, the sound of the tiger's roar grew louder, and the surrounding birds scattered in a flurry. Martin knew the tiger was nearby.
Martin tightly gripped his bow and arrow, gritting his teeth. He prepared to go all out, continuing to run towards the sound of the tiger's roar.
After running for a few more minutes, a figure quickly approached from directly in front of Martin.
Seeing this figure, Martin breathed a sigh of relief.
The figure was Aimee.
However, Martin's expression quickly changed. Aimee's clothes were stained with blood, her face was extremely pale, and she seemed to be injured, and not lightly.
"Aimee..." Martin hurriedly ran towards Aimee, shouting as he went.
Aimee also saw Martin at this moment. She was initially delighted, but then looked
