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Callie was dead.

She was cruelly killed not far from the pride's camp and not far away from her companions.

Her skull was smashed, her neck was broken, and her stomach was cut open.

She died exceptionally miserably.

Chu Xiaoye stood in front of this lioness and looked at her wide eyes and terrified and distorted face. The miserable appearance of her children on the grass on that night previously surfaced in his mind.

A lion was born to fight.

A lioness lived her life to reproduce and raise offspring.

As for this lioness, her life was so miserable that she did not even leave behind a descendant.

Of course, this was nothing to animals.

There were many worse things than her.

However, to Chu Xiaoye, this matter was definitely not over.

Every member of the pride of the cold father was a witness to his growth. They were his family that he had relied on and lived and died with.

Therefore, he had to take revenge.