"Clatter."
The black bracelet on the wrist of the Ghost Soul High Priest shattered completely, falling to the ground.
The far more than calm expression on his face could no longer be maintained.
"How... how is this possible?"
"How long has it been since I dispatched ten squads of reconnaissance soldiers, and they're all annihilated?"
For the first time in hundreds of years, the Ghost Soul High Priest was so out of control as he gazed at the black bracelet that had fallen from his wrist.
His withered face showed extreme shock.
The Ghost Soul High Priest was greatly alarmed, not that he felt pain for the deaths of the reconnaissance soldiers; to him, as long as the population of the Ghost Tribe remained, these deceased Ghost Wolf Riders could be replenished at any time.
"Not even twenty minutes, right? Within twenty minutes, these ten squads of reconnaissance soldiers were completely annihilated? When did such a force appear in this Dead Silence Wilderness?"
