The tearing pain coursing through every part of his body showed no sign of easing. Instead, it continued to intensify.
Fortunately, Moyu's pain tolerance was maxed out, allowing him to speak with Kurapika without betraying anything.
"They still aren't done over there..."
Moyu shifted his gaze toward the direction where the sounds of battle continued to ring out.
Quite some time had passed since that group of Chimera Ants fled.
Yet the battle still hadn't ended...
Moyu thought it was taking too long, but quickly discarded that arrogant, inflated thought.
Although he had instantly killed Meruem and Youpi just now, that did not mean Chimera Ants were weaklings who could be casually one-shotted.
Kurapika, standing beside him, paid no attention whatsoever to the battle over there.
Just as he had answered Moyu earlier, he no longer needed real combat opportunities to grow stronger.
His experiences over the past year had made him understand that, when it came to recovering his clansmen's eyes, individual strength was far less important than a fully functioning organization.
That was why he had thrown himself into the underworld. With his own abilities, he had established a gang organization in a very short time and acquired an intelligence network he could use.
Only such sharp tools could help him recover his clansmen's eyes.
Therefore, compared to improving his individual strength, he placed greater emphasis on expanding his "intelligence network."
So that his fallen comrades could rest in peace...
Even if it cost him his life, he would not hesitate—let alone merely descending into the underworld.
Moyu watched the sounds of battle in the distance, while Kurapika beside him watched Moyu.
Perhaps sensing an unusual emotion within Kurapika's gaze, Moyu swiftly withdrew his eyes from the battlefield, turned to Kurapika, and asked with a smile,
"What? Is