Chapter 727

Cough cough!

As the smoke and dust dispersed, everyone's silhouettes gradually became clear.

Whether it was the Sea Snake Tribe Chief in tattered beast hides or the Snow Moon Tribe Shaman surrounded by talismans, the surrounding Sea Eel Tribe people unconsciously held their breath.

"Big Long Worm, though our Snow Moon Tribe is small, if you rely on being a supreme tribe chief to bully us, then prepare to have your teeth knocked out."

The little female's voice was clear and icy, carrying a bone‑chilling cold.

The chill in her eyes actually made the Sea Snake Tribe Chief, who was meeting her gaze, shiver involuntarily.

Noticing his own reaction, the Sea Snake Tribe Chief clenched the hands hanging at his sides, realizing he had actually been intimidated by a small‑tribe shaman.

He lifted his hand, tore off the beast‑skin clothing that hung like tangled seaweed, stomped his foot on the ground, and prepared to charge again at the petite figure surrounded by talismans.

He refused to believe it— as a powerful Beastman Warrior, he could still be injured repeatedly by a small‑tribe shaman.

"All right, stop."

A gentle force restrained the Sea Snake Tribe Chief's body as he lunged forward, leaving him stuck in that forward‑lunging pose.

The Sea Snake Tribe Chief's face changed dramatically as he turned his head; he saw the Sea Eel Grand Shaman's withered palm in the centre lift slightly, and a mighty, vast shamanic pressure began to emanate faintly.

With a slight movement of the big hand, the Sea Snake Tribe Chief, whose body was restrained, was shifted like a chick to stand beside the Sea Snake Grand Shaman.

Gazing at the still‑watchful little female with his deep eyes, the Sea Eel Grand Shaman let out a barely audible sigh: "Shaman Wu, why not withdraw your talismans, sit down, and let me explain in detail what happened to your tribe's missing Beastman Warriors?"

Wu Yue heard this and coldly snorted in her heart: "Sea Eel Grand Shaman, when I just entered the tent I was also ready to talk with you properly, but what happened afterward shows you don't really want to have a good talk with me."

"Since we can't sit down and talk, I don't mind switching to another way of communication."

The Sea Eel Grand Shaman felt a vein throbbing on his forehead and involuntarily turned to give a cold glance at the culprit, the Sea Snake Tribe Chief.

But because of Wu Yue's utterly disrespectful words, his tone grew a few degrees colder: "Shaman Wu, if you still want news of your tribe's Beastman Warriors, then gather up those talismans."

"Although the talismans are powerful, they are not enough to threaten us Grand Shamans."

Wu Yue heard this, the expression on her face relaxed slightly, and the brilliant light on the talismans around her also dimmed a bit.

She lifted her eyes and locked gazes with the Great Eel Shaman for a moment, then turned her head and gave a cold glance to the Snake Chieftain standing beside the Great Snake Shaman, after which she slowly put away the talismans at her side.

She flipped her hand, stowing the talisman into a small beast-skin pouch at her waist, then looked up at the people opposite: "I hope the great shaman can restrain some of the frenzied beasts, after all, the talisman I just took out isn't the most powerful."

The Great Eel Shaman's pupils contracted slightly, not knowing whether he believed it, he turned his head and gave a glance to the Great Snake Shaman; seeing the other nod slightly, he then turned and walked off in another direction.

"Come on, let's go talk in the chieftain's tent."

Everyone sat down in the Eel Chieftain's tent, and even Wu Yue and her two companions were given beast-skin mats to sit on.

The Eel Chieftain recounted what had happened in the mysterious sea area over the past few days.

Afterwards, the gazes of the beastfolk in the tent gathered on Wu Yue and her two companions.

"What does Shaman Yue think of this matter?"

The Eel Chieftain stared at her with fixed gaze and said.

Wu Yue frowned tightly: "We have no aquatic beasts capable of traveling in the sea, and these past few days we have been waiting in the Eel tribe; everyone in the Eel tribe knows this."

Therefore, the Shaman Yue you speak of, who appeared in the mysterious sea area, is definitely not me.

"I possess many powerful talismans; the other party likely took notice of that, thus using my identity to deceive you, so you wouldn't dare act rashly."

After learning that the person in the mysterious sea area was not Wu Yue, everyone present among the beastfolk also guessed that person's intentions.

Thinking that their three super tribes had been fooled by a beast of unknown identity, each felt as if their faces had been slapped hard several times, a burning pain.

Seeing their look as if they had eaten feces, Wu Yue felt secretly pleased.

She rose to her feet directly: "The matter is settled; we'll head back first."

"Shaman Yue, aren't you going to look after those beastman warriors who haven't returned?"

Wu Yue's steps paused slightly; hearing the voice, she looked over—it was the silent Shark Chieftain.

She raised her brows and spoke coldly: "Even the three super tribes can't bring back their own beastman warriors; what can I, a shaman of a remote small tribe, possibly do?"

Having said that, she turned and led the two beastman warriors behind her out of the tent.

The beast-skin curtain fell softly; the atmosphere in the tent froze because of Shaman Yue's remark, and even breathing could be heard.

"Ah..."

After Wu Yue and her two companions left the tent, they did not linger, but directly departed from the Eel tribe.

The damp, salty sea breeze blew across their faces; the griffin beastman, who had almost suffered internal injury from holding his breath, furtively glanced at the unharmed Yuan Lang beside him.

"Does the blood of sea beasts taste salty?"

Heaven knows how doubtful he felt when he received Lady Wu Yue's order to collect fresh blood using beast intestines.

And how shocking it was to see Yuan Lang, before entering the tent, place that segment of intestine filled with blood into his mouth.

He almost thought Yuan Lang had some hidden peculiarity.

As a result, seeing him weakly leaning on Wu Yue's shoulder, pulling a familiar transparent object from his mouth amidst the beastfolk in the tent and tucking it into his sleeve, his heart felt as if a herd of ferocious beasts were galloping through.

Yuan Lang's deep eyes lifted slightly, he glanced at him: "Later, when you go back, you can try it; the taste is not bad."

Recalling the foul, bloody smell he had smelled while handling that sea beast, the griffin beastman involuntarily shivered and hurriedly refused: "I don't want it."

For some reason, Yuan Lang now looked like a cunning fox beastman.

The three returned to Little Salt Land and at once saw the familiar figure sitting on a sea beast's back, lingering beneath the large ship.

"How come you're here?"

The beastman before them turned out to be the Snake Chieftain's offspring, whose youthful strength rivals that of the leaders of the three super tribes.

The young snake beast withdrew his gaze from the large ship, the corner of his mouth twitching: "The great shaman sent me to bring you to the new territory and erect the tribe's boundary marker."

Wu Yue snorted coldly: "You come swaggering like this—are you really here to lead us to the new territory, or to make enemies for our Snow Moon tribe?"

The forces of the three super tribes are preoccupied with the defecting beastman warriors from other tribes, and haven't yet managed to set up surveillance to watch the Snow Moon tribe.

Otherwise, if they saw the young snake beastman warrior arrive at Little Salt Land looking quite friendly, all her prior arrangements and performances in the Eel tribe would come to nothing.