Wushe noticed the little scheme of the person beside him, and a trace of chill surfaced in his indifferent gaze.
He spoke with considerable disgust, "Cut the crap and go do what you're supposed to do."
"Yes, Lord Wushe." The Kero Clan member who had been ordered around remained oblivious. After responding, he began calling on the companions around him to get busy.
Just like before.
They expanded the search area, looking for any clansmen who might have survived, as well as traces of the culprit.
But judging from their experience on the previous two planets, they would most likely come up empty-handed again.
The Kero Clan members were not particularly enthusiastic.
They were also somewhat distracted during the search.
The root cause was that the situation had developed too strangely.
For a race that revered war and slaughter, when they saw their fellow clansmen harmed and their anger was ignited, the best way to vent it was naturally through battle.
Yet as they watched their fellow clansmen be slaughtered planet after planet, these elite Kero Clan warriors did not even know who their enemy was or where they were.
The flames of their rage could only be forcibly smothered in their chests, burning until they suffocated from lack of air!
Repeated like this, the first burst of momentum was strong, the second waned, and by the third it was spent.
Their conviction to find the enemy and exact fierce revenge gradually wore away with time.
In its place came panic toward the unknown and Fear of the next Slaughter descending.
Wushe saw everything, yet little anxiety or concern arose in his heart.
Quite the opposite, he only felt that these Kero Clan brethren were burdens!
Clearly, under the nourishment of his [War] Authority, the Kero Clan had already produced