"What? Two tracking teams have gone missing?"
In a shallow recess beneath the cliff, Xiang Feihu's expression grew solemn. The two missing tracking teams had been following Goshu the orc and the young hunter, respectively.
"Yes. I'm afraid they were discovered and silenced."
Xiang Feihu took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in her heart. "Have the remaining tracking teams withdraw immediately if they detect danger. They must not be reckless in pursuit of merit... Continue the investigation later."
She observed the Song of the Purple Moon alone. Based on the intelligence they had gathered, the group that had been spreading information about the treasure seemed to be deliberately inciting the treasure hunters and pirates on the Purple Moon to slaughter one another.
At present, small-scale battles were breaking out constantly throughout the Song of the Purple Moon. People were continually being wounded and fleeing, or dying here outright... The number was impossible to calculate for the moment.
Every treasure hunt was accompanied by death. As Void Pirates, dying while fighting over treasure might well be their fate. There was nothing to complain about.
"But if someone deliberately set this up to cause massive casualties..." Xiang Feihu's gaze sharpened, and she had already made up her mind—especially since the King was preparing for that "major matter."
Her figure flashed.
The next moment, Xiang Feihu appeared within a magnetic mist on the cliff. With another flash, Li Huamei burst out of the mist and appeared before a cave between the cliffs.
The gateway to the Moon Laurel Tribe.
Li Huamei's gaze sharpened. She slowly extended her hand, and a sword-shaped pendant dangled from her palm. As if drawn by some force, the pendant's tip instantly pointed toward the tribe's entrance.
"Enter."
Under the strange power of the sword-shaped pendant, Xiang Feihu's