Hua Ling noticed Gwenie's expression suddenly darken and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Apollo, standing before the body of the Western Beast God, turned his head. As if he had realized something, his brow furrowed. "Can you no longer contact them?"
Gwenie shook her head, taking a shallow breath to soothe her irritation. In a grave voice, she said, "I can only contact a little over half of them."
"Ten thousand years ago, the Master left about a thousand of our kind in this Great Wilderness. Since you and I awakened, about five hundred more have hatched."
"But just now... I sensed that two hundred of our monitoring eyes have vanished."
In other words, in just these few short months, she had lost nearly two hundred of her kind.
'But the strength of our kin made them elites, even among the Beastman Tribes of the Great Wilderness. These weak Beastmen shouldn't have the power to kill them.'
'What in the world is going on?'
'Have we been exposed?'
