Just as the four of them swept swiftly past, something suddenly went wrong. Spiritual power in a dazzling array of colors converged on them.
"Seventh Sister!"
"Follow me."
Qian Wanyu caught her with one hand, her whip lashing so swiftly that she carved a path through the attacks. She even tore the mask off someone dressed in black. That person had beautiful, pale blue eyes, exceptionally bright, but a centipede-like scar ran across their face, leaving half of it utterly ruined. Clearly, they had not expected the whip to rip off their mask; surprise flickered through their eyes.
Dongfang Minghui only managed a hurried glance before the other person swiftly took out another piece of cloth and covered their face again.
These people really were desperate. She suddenly thought of the Night Fox Tribe Uncle Wood had just mentioned.
Qian Ziyan also faltered slightly at the sight of that face, causing Mu Sheng, who was following him, to be swept into the clash between the two sides. Mu Sheng reacted quickly enough. Little Green's verdant vines spread out beneath him, blocking a claw from behind and an attack from his left.
"Little Lecher?"
Dongfang Minghui abruptly stopped and swiftly dodged the Beast Tribe member from the Hilaris Tribe's claws. The vine tendril that had just emerged from her soul sea was not as fortunate; a small section was sliced off.
Furious, Little Lecher extended dozens of vines. They actually joined with Mu Sheng's Little Green's vines, weaving a green net. Sharp thorns sprouted along it, binding those people's feet and briefly imprisoning them.
"Mu Sheng, come here!"
Mu Sheng had barely taken a step when someone pricked by the vines' thorns lunged at him.
Qian Ziyan unfastened the iron case on his back, turned sideways, and slammed it into the