Today's second update: Chapter 3582! 2/4!
Yet all common sense and doubts seemed pale before the name "Xu Kun."
As the Lord of the Wild Race, his thoughts and methods had always defied conventional judgment.
Within the Wild Race, whatever he decided was an unquestionable divine decree.
Even disciples like A Li and Yanran, or bloodline inheritors like the Twelve Kirin Scions, could only bow their heads and obey when it came to major decisions concerning the fate of their race, carrying them out without hesitation.
Since arguing was futile and defiance useless, they could only turn all their confusion, unease, and fear into ironclad resolve to face this unprecedented challenge.
The Wild Race fell silent.
A tragic yet resolute atmosphere spread through the ranks.
Though they could not understand all of Xu Kun's deeper intentions, they understood one thing clearly: if they had been stronger and more seasoned, their lord would not have made such a choice.
Following Xu Kun's guidance, they silently began selecting and occupying the star fragments that had split off from the ownerless giant island.
Large and small, jagged in shape, those fragments were like the last piece of dry rations a mother could stuff into her child's pack before they left home—tiny, yet the first thing they could rely on to survive in this cruel world, the "canoes" of their wandering journey.
Xu Kun intended to "exile" them, but he was not so cold-hearted as to demand that every one of them be absolutely alone.
Thus, the more than nine thousand warriors of the Wild Race began forming groups of their own accord.
With A Li, Yanran, the Twelve Kirin Scions, and the various SSS-tier Totem Wielder generals as their natural cores, they took the initiative to shoulder the responsibility of leading teams.