Alva's voice was stern, but his face showed a bloodthirsty excitement.
At that moment, no orders were needed. Every White Armor Warrior in the group drew their weapons at once.
"Hey, now it's our turn. The Beast King's bones are in the deepest part of the valley ahead, but there are quite a few Star Beasts that came from beyond the sky inside."
Licking his lips, Alva slowed his steps, clearly entering a combat state. He looked at Mu Fan and curled his lips. "From here to the center of the Burial Ground, dare to compete with me?"
"How?"
"Whoever kills faster... whoever kills... more!"
A night lizard disguised on the rock wall suddenly pounced, only for Alva to slash backward with his axe and smash the creature apart in midair.
Blood instantly filled the air, and faint agitation began to stir in the depths of the Burial Ground.
Hearing that, Mu Fan grinned and gently drew the Warp Light Sickle Blade. As psychic energy flowed into it, two Moon Blades sprang out with a chilling gleam.
"Then you'll lose again."
"Heh." Alva snorted, shield raised and axe in hand. His feet struck the ground with rumbling force as he strode into the valley.
Mu Fan lowered his body, moving silently as he followed close behind, carrying an icy killing intent.
It had truly been a long time since he had...
Experienced the thrill of hunting!
"Where are they?"
In a prosperous tribe spanning an area at least ten times that of the White Armor Tribe, inside a massive house built from Red River Stone, a sinister-looking young man reclined halfway in a large chair made from animal hides and bones, casually rolling a Bone Ball in his palm.
His hair had been swept back and braided into