He quickly scrolled down and found that a large swath of names had turned gray. Behind each of these gray names, the same faction was listed—the Divine Shield Federation.
The entire exploration team of the Divine Shield Federation had been almost completely wiped out!
A chill shot up from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. This wasn't attrition from combat; this was an entire unit being systematically erased!
'A huge chunk of my crop had just been ripped out, roots and all!'
"What's wrong?"
Ye Jinghong keenly sensed the drastic change in Han Feng's aura. The relaxed and content air from having just returned from slaying a Divine vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold sharpness, like the edge of a blade.
Han Feng didn't answer immediately. He forced himself to calm down, his mind racing.
The Divine Shield Federation's team was wiped out. The Black Rock Tribe was migrating their entire clan to seek refuge.
