Qing Hong climbed out of the pocket and grew into a mount.
Ji Xinghuo rode it toward the Blood Fury Tribe's camp, while Xia Qingyu dared not show his face on the streets and stealthily followed in the shadows.
They soon arrived at the location.
In the Blood Fury Tribe's camp, already more than a thousand people had gathered.
All of them had accepted employment from the Blood Fury Tribe.
With a casual sweep of his electromagnetic induction, Ji Xinghuo noted that every individual here, regardless of their race or profession, was an elite among the Fourth-Rank Evolvers. Most formed teams, their numbers varying, generally between five and ten, and very few teams had fewer than three people, making Solo Hunters even rarer.
The battlefield was unlike wilderness hunting; Solo Hunters had no advantages here.
The more people, the safer it was.
The mercenaries eyed each other warily, their expressions carrying a mix of caution and even hostility.
