"Buzz buzz buzz..."
Above the Vine Tribe, a large swarm of bird-beaked mosquitoes approached, dark and ominous.
"The Mosquito Tribe is coming!"
The warriors responsible for guarding the tribe shouted, and the entire Vine Tribe was thrown into chaos.
"Hurry back to the tribe!"
In the fields, Gan Song wielded a bone hoe and shouted loudly.
The wanderers laboring quickly ran back, panic-stricken and stumbling.
Those responsible for fishing, breeding, and doing various tasks all ran towards the bamboo houses.
They knew that as long as they entered the bamboo houses, they could access the tunnels leading to the altar and seek protection from the Vine God.
In the bamboo houses, Jiang Xuan grabbed a bone spear and charged out. When he saw the bird-beaked mosquitoes in the sky, his expression changed dramatically.
"Damn Mosquito Tribe, they're persistently haunting us!"
Jiang Xuan immediately commanded everyone to retreat to the bamboo houses and enter the tunnels to hide.
