Hunting the Feathered Human Kings

"Grandmaster Xu, the Military Department needs you."

Xu Wuyi looked at him without speaking, waiting for him to continue.

Feng Zhuohua did not beat around the bush either. He said directly, "The Federation scored a major victory in the Star Realm along the northern front. We laid an ambush and wiped out an elite Feathered Human force, killing seven lesser kings."

He paused, then continued, "More importantly, we lured a Feathered Human King into the encirclement and successfully grievously wounded him. That bastard was beaten half to death. In the end, he tore open a spatial rift with all his strength and escaped into a small Star Realm."

Xu Wuyi's eyes shifted slightly.

A Feathered Human King.

That was an existence on the same level as a human Grandmaster, the true pinnacle combat force of Feathered Human Civilization.

"That small Star Realm has already been sealed off by us," Feng Zhuohua continued. "Its spatial structure is stable, and it cannot be forcibly torn open from within. If that Feathered Human King wants to activate a traversal device to escape back, our surveillance network will definitely detect him."

"But he won't sit still and wait to die, will he?" Xu Wuyi asked.

"Right." Feng Zhuohua nodded. "The Feathered Humans have already realized something is wrong and are gathering forces for a rescue."

"Our intelligence indicates that at least two Feathered Human Kings are approaching that area. There may even be a third or fourth."

He paused, his expression growing heavier.

"The General Command's intention is to turn their own scheme against them—surround the stronghold and strike the reinforcements."

Xu Wuyi understood.

The trapped Feathered Human King was bait, a hook cast to catch fish. What the Federation wanted was not to rush in and kill him, but to wait outside for