A Trap for Flame

"Those aberrants weren't actually hard to deal with. They were just troublesome to handle..."

As the strongest tribe in the Tribal Alliance, the Cold Night Tribe was not truly afraid of the seemingly vast Mutated Army. They had plenty of ways to deal with it.

However, killing the Mutated Army would cause the aberration to spread.

Just as killing flames would leave one branded with a Flame Mark, killing aberrants would also stack "aberration marks." Once those marks reached a certain level, even normal members of the Dark Race would undergo aberration.

Therefore, the Cold Night Tribe had to use "non-directly lethal" weapons against these aberrants.

Whether turning them into smooth spheres or making them float into the sky, those were both non-directly lethal methods.

Those aberrants would inevitably die afterward, but if they died of "organ failure" or "falling," the aberration would not spread.

This was experience the Cold Night Tribe had accumulated through its long struggle against flame. The weapons they created came in all sorts of strange forms, and they had many ways to stop the aberration from spreading.

"All these weapons were devised by the previous chief. After that, no aberrants ever appeared in the Cold Night Tribe again."

Cold Tide's words were filled with admiration.

"Before he left, aside from asking me to take good care of Han Qin, he told me to continue researching weapons to deal with flame, then defeat it. Now, I can finally fulfill his wish..."

Cold Tide's heart pounded violently. He could no longer suppress the excitement within him, and his thick blood vessels swayed eagerly through the air.

Very few members of the Mutated Army remained. The rest had either hidden away or lost their ability to fight. Only that blazing fire, still burning steadily forward, remained.

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