The hunters knew very well that they had to gather beads, but they also had to keep moving.

Thus, these dozens of people scattered across the wilderness, gathering beads as they moved southwest.

In the Fu Realm, their speed could not compare to the sandstorm’s at all.

Fortunately, after two hours, they finally caught up to the beast tide before the sandstorm overtook them.

Captain Zhou shot several signal arrows into the sky, calling for everyone to gather.

This time, he had found a highland. Beside it stood a craggy stone mountain, riddled with holes by the Fu Realm’s piercing winds. The moment one approached, one could hear a sound like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

The terrain here rose and fell in staggered layers. For the larger duonao beasts, it was too narrow, and there was no good place to set their feet. So it was only natural for the hunters to take over the place.

Once they climbed to the top of the highland, their view suddenly opened wide, allowing them to look out over the beast tide ahead.

Every team began counting its members, and He Lingchuan finally regrouped with his own teammates. One look, and things were clearly bad.

Two people reported that all their rinsing beads had been stolen.

“What happened?”

Both said that they had been collecting beads from between rocks when someone attacked...