Published: February 13, 2025
"Thanks to brother Zhang Zeweitong for the generous reward, Old Phantom has been quite embarrassed about the lack of updates this past month."
The two camps that had previously clashed violently set up their camps not far from each other, with many warriors able to glance at the situation across the way. This caused an odd feeling to stir in many hearts.
Perhaps it was a sense of confusion about the uncertain future.
However, a bit of chaos broke out at night.
Two people were killed, one from the Su Clan and one from the Alliance of Small Races.
As for the killer... they were not caught.
By the time the bodies were discovered, dawn was already approaching.
This reignited the tension that had already begun to ease.
Everyone has their own circle, and even those without a circle belong to their own races.
The deaths of the two individuals made both the Su Clan and the small race alliance extremely angry.
Naturally, the killer couldn't be someone from within the alliance. In the days spent in the planet hunting grounds, the Su Clan and the small race alliance had maintained a good relationship, cooperating well, and some individuals had even become friends, so no conflicts had arisen.
So, who killed these two individuals? The answer seemed easy to reach.
But the alliance members remained quiet; after all, there was no evidence, and if they went to the Hall People, they wouldn’t acknowledge it.
However, hostility toward the Hall People naturally grew, and the intensity of patrols clearly increased, along with heightened vigilance against them.
Jie Su, Ye Zhongming, and others went to examine the bodies. After a few words together, they returned to calm their subordinates.
There were still five days until the planet hunting grounds concluded, meaning according to their mutual agreement, they had to wait four more days before taking any action. Everyone seemed to be conserving their energy.
What no one expected was that on the following night, the scale of death and revenge further escalated.
That night, more than thirty people died, including twelve from the Su Clan and twenty-one from the small race alliance. Among them were two Star Eye Clan members, one of whom was a warrior from the Bronze Camp.
This time, things got a bit out of control, not only due to the high death toll but also because the twelve Su Clan members' bodies were arranged into a strange shape and placed in a temporary supply warehouse.
This was a direct provocation.
The Su Clan members were generally very low-key, adhering to the principle of not stirring up trouble whenever possible. However, it did not mean they would remain indifferent while their kin were killed.
Anger was gradually building up.
The small race alliance was similar, with some even directly calling for revenge. Among the deceased were the leader of one small race, who had brought a thousand warriors here. Who would have thought that after surviving the hunting and defensive battles in the Layered Water Desolation, he would die here, and in such a gruesome manner? His clansmen were naturally unwilling to accept this.
However, everyone still maintained their rationality, understanding that fighting to the death against the other side over these lives was unlikely.
In the end, Jie Su and Ye Zhongming represented everyone in negotiations with the Hall People, but the results were unsatisfactory. The expressions of the few who came out were all grim.
That night, deaths occurred again. Even compared to the quiet assassinations of the previous days, this time there was an outright conflict that erupted in a certain area.
Under the illumination of flames, at least three hundred people were involved, and by the time the big shots from both sides stepped in to quell the turmoil, the casualties exceeded a hundred, with sixty-eight dead.
Combined with the earlier hidden conflicts, the death toll surpassed one hundred.
For three consecutive days, the number of deaths multiplied!
The smell of gunpowder between both sides was palpable.