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”Knock knock!”

A youth of the Feather Race, whose appearance was divine and bore pure white wings on his back, tapped the table. The crisp sound echoed, and the noises in the conference room quickly subsided.

His pure white gaze swept over everyone, carrying a gentle yet mighty light that could calm the restless clansmen. Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, he began speaking:

”Seize the Spiritual Pearl.”

This statement caused a change in the expressions of the Feather Race powerhouses present, but due to their trust in the Pure White Wings, they refrained from hastily questioning and awaited further explanation.

”The position reporting mechanism of the Spirit Realm can actually be cracked.”

”The map location is distributed every 12 hours, each distribution showing only the current position of the Spiritual Pearl, not a continuous detailed exploration.”

”So, we can control the timing, sending the carrier to a remote location just before the twelve hours is up, then teletransport using space artifacts, leaving the Blood Erosion Tyrant empty-handed.”

Quickly, smiles emerged on the faces of the Feather Race members present, but the smiles didn’t last long. For this tactic was indeed useful, but only in the early stages; later, the Spirit Realm reports in real-time, and anomalies will eventually be discovered.

”It won’t work, right? Although our Feather Race has Space System Mages stationed, space system materials are treasures and cannot be used continuously or excessively.”

”Indeed, and the later the map reporting speed accelerates, continuous teleportation will weigh heavily on the user. It’s tough.”

”No, this is feasible.”

A cool voice quietly rose in the corner of the conference room as people instinctively looked towards it, their gaze landing on a petite girl fiddling with a Space Cube alone at her seat.

She was Kong Xing, a Space System Mage whose status was high within the Feather Race camp. She sat in the corner simply because she didn’t like bustling places, enjoying playing with her favorite things in a small corner, just perfect for slacking off.

Kong Xing’s actions with the magic cube did not halt as she spoke while playing: ”If I’m not mistaken, the intent of Pure White Wings is for us to teleport to another camp’s base before the reporting, then flee.”

”Let the Blood Erosion Tyrant assist in proactively targeting other camps, allowing us to reap the benefits when they suffer mutual harm and exhaustion.”

”Right, but not entirely.”

The smile remained on Pure White Wings as he continued: ”While this may indeed achieve good strategic success in the early stages, the other camps aren’t fools and will definitely formulate a response.”

”Then what do you propose?”

”Seek out the Spiritualist camp.”

”Spiritualists?”

”Correct.”

With arms crossed before himself, resting beneath his nose, Pure White Wings squinted slightly, saying: ”It has previously been speculated that the Blood Erosion Tyrant might be orchestrated by the Spiritualist camp, but this possibility remains unconfirmed, as the Spiritualist camp has also introduced an equally formidable Broken Star.”

”But does this exonerate them completely? Does it mean we should avert our gaze?”

”Certainly not.”

”There are no fools in world competition, and the Spiritualist camp’s one-fee Short-tailed Cat hasn’t been actively seeking people to blow up, which is a significant issue.”

”Time is also a cost. If she absolutely can’t make it to the end, why not just explode someone early and swiftly exit? This would be the fastest thrill and could annoy others, without wasting too much of her time.”

”Many past Spiritualists did that, but she didn’t, which is odd, isn’t it?”

”Thus, I intend to position near the Spiritualist camp before the report, further probing the connection between the Spiritualist camp and the Blood Erosion Tyrant, extracting more valuable intelligence to make better choices.”

The conference room fell silent momentarily as the Feather Race members displayed looks of realization, acknowledging the high feasibility of such operation.

Firstly, although Spiritualists belong to one of the seven major camps like others, the number of powerhouses within the Spiritualist camp is extremely few, and they are somewhat a chaotic element.

Targeting the Spiritualist camp, other camps are unlikely to react strongly, and might even applaud the move. If the chaotic elements of the Spiritualist camp and Blood Erosion Tyrant blow each other up, it would be considerable merit.

In such matters, as long as Feather Race leads, other camps would likely assist; no one wants the chaotic Spiritualist camp to continue roaming aimlessly.

Essentially, whether the Short-tailed Cat from the Spiritualist camp has relations with Blood Erosion Tyrant does not really matter to them, it will yield profits regardless.

”Next, we shall discuss specific strategy formulation.”

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Elsewhere, in the Howling Mountains

”Deputy commander, what are we doing here? The environment is dreadful, I feel like I could die any moment,” said the Short-tailed Cat, shivering inside the cave, while the eerie wind outside was terrifying even through the rock walls.

The Howling Mountains form a hopeless realm in the Black Prison world, with sprawling black mountains comprised of porous sound-absorbing rock. The winds passing through are amplified and distorted, constructing spiritual fluctuations akin to endless wails and mournful cries.

”It’s fine. My magic can shield you from the spiritual damage within the sound here, it can’t harm you, so don’t fret over it,” Tang Ruobing reassured.