The night was deep, yet the courtyard of the Moon Lord's residence was anything but quiet.
Two opposing forces faced each other, tension as thick as the humid air after rain.
On one side stood a small group of barely more than a dozen warriors, their weapons tightly gripped, faces resolute.
On the other side gathered a sea of two to three hundred hunters, the majority of the Moon Lake Tribe's combat strength.
The difference in numbers was overwhelming, and the imbalance was as clear as night and day.
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"Wei Geng, step aside!"
The Great Elder's face darkened, his eyes sharp with suppressed fury. His voice rang with both threat and authority as he glared at the man blocking the courtyard gate.
"Don't forget—who was the one who supported you, who raised you to the position of captain? Do you intend to betray me now?"
