The Hunting Meet's deadline was one month, but its actual conclusion would be delayed by ten days.
Many warriors were far from this valley, so naturally, they needed time to return. During this period, the hunting grounds would also be at their most chaotic and dangerous.
As more and more warriors left the hunting grounds, fewer people remained inside. To those with ulterior motives, this made it even more suitable for ambushing and hunting others, allowing them to make one final accumulation.
Once the ten days had passed, the many members of the Tong Clan tribe would enter the hunting grounds to harvest their prey.
It was currently the third or fourth month, and the temperature was still cold. Even if the corpses of wild beasts were left in a chilly place for a long time, they would not rot. The Tong Clan tribe naturally would not abandon such excellent meat.
Thus, once the Tong Clan tribe entered the hunting grounds, any people who still remained behind would naturally be killed by the combined forces of the Tong Clan tribe's members. This was also permitted in every Hunting Meet.
After handing over the beast ears, Qin Fengming found a place and sat down cross-legged.
After the tally, Qin Fengming's harvest was seven pairs fewer than Bi Balang's. Qin Fengming naturally did not take this to heart. As long as he could reach Wu King City, he would have achieved his goal.
There was not the slightest trace of spiritual energy in the air here. He had already tried countless times, but in the end, he had not absorbed even a wisp of spiritual energy. Without his own magic power to rely on, even his soul power found it difficult to recover.
But this did not make Qin Fengming anxious.
Back