"Big brother, the conditions at Wushuang aren't great, but over at Xia City, our own Logging Realm should be better!"
Xia Hong sat in the main seat, shaking his head as he spoke: "Wushuang has a population of over thirty thousand, not much less than ours previously. From the performance of these Logging Realm groups, you can pretty much deduce the situation over at Xia City. At the mere sight of a living Cold Beast, they've been scared stiff. It's not just about lacking hunting experience; the key is that they can't even think, they're practically crippled by being raised in the camp..."
He paused at this point, then continued: "Based solely on this, the situation at Xia City might not be any better. Xia City plus five other outposts, looking at the situation of those 32 teams outside just now, I estimate that not even ten teams might qualify."
As Xia Hong spoke, his brows furrowed.
