CHAPTER 859
It didn't take a genius to figure out what had transpired regarding the Umbrafell faction.
If Grey's large-scale bombardment hadn't reached the Noxarian faction, it certainly hadn't reached the Umbrafell territory either.
This meant they hadn't been eliminated, which only served to validate Pluck's theory further.
Though the Behemoth Clan was renowned primarily for their brute strength and overwhelming force, it didn't imply that Pluck was foolish enough to fail at putting two and two together.
It was a simple deduction that even a toddler could manage without any trouble.
Which led him straight to this conclusion:
"Those sneaky bastards have escaped!"
The leader of the Watcher's Clan turned toward the bulky man beside him with a raised brow, his interest piqued by the sudden outburst.
"Who escaped?"
Pluck clenched his jaw in frustration, already wondering how he was supposed to reach safety himself.
"Those damned Umbrafell morons. They fled."
