"Hey, hey, hey, this isn't the time to talk about that," Li Jinghua said, interrupting Chen Xiaojun and Feng Min.
He continued, "Let's first share what each of us knows, then put our heads together and decide how to proceed."
Chen Xiaojun nodded solemnly and said in a low voice, "I'll go first. This Wolf Bandits tribe should be a new tribe formed from the remnants of the four great tribes: Astana, Vasquez, Rahman Khan, and Strick. I estimate their numbers to be somewhere between several thousand and over ten thousand."
Li Jinghua asked in confusion, "Remnants? How do you know that?"
Chen Xiaojun's gaze deepened. "Because our Chen Clan wiped out the main forces of those four tribes several years ago. Of their four Wolf Bandits Lords, three died, and one escaped wounded."
Li Jinghua nodded. "I see. No wonder we've hardly heard anything about those tribes these past few years."
Chen Xiaojun continued, "Yes. Back then, our Chen Clan annihilated forty thousand Wolf Bandits in one stroke. Naturally, the scattered remnants would huddle together for warmth or swallow one another up to survive."
Zhang Feng chimed in, "Then could their targets this time be you few members of the Chen Clan?"
Zhang Feng, a Soul Emperor-level senior instructor, was stationed at the Mountain Patrol Division's camp. During soul hunting operations, the camp would usually send personnel to provide support.
This time, because Chen Xiaojun and the others had entered the mountains, Li Jinghua led the team, with Zhang Feng as his deputy.
Chen Xiaojun shook his head. "It may be connected, but they certainly aren't targeting just us. Their objective is clearly the camp."
He shifted the subject. "Six days ago, three Soul Masters attacked us, but we killed them instead. We found this on their bodies."
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