The poor woman in Cang Lin's clutches was already on the verge of death, without even the strength left to struggle.
"How boring..."
A moment later, Cang Lin tossed aside the stiff, cold corpse, his gaze continuing to drift over the area before him.
Just then, the Insect Master who had left a short while ago suddenly hurried back to his side and spoke urgently:
"Brother Cang Lin, an Insect Servant from our clan just reported in. We've been ordered to immediately stop capturing these members of the Alien Race, help them disperse the white mist, and protect their lives."
"Whose order?" Cang Lin frowned, his tone skeptical.
"It's from Cang Yu..."
"Cang Yu? A guy who isn't even an elder dares to order us around?" Hearing this, Cang Lin's frown deepened.
"So, should we carry out the order, or...?" his companion asked cautiously.
"Ignore him. It's just some of the elders backing him trying to get a share of our glory. Let the people at the top deal with their own affairs."
