After leaving the hot spring, the three women dispelled the defensive formation in the vicinity. Outside were the three armies of furred monsters.0

The carcasses of countless white-furred monsters were piled as high as a mountain. The giant nine-colored tree's roots were swiftly digesting them one after another.0

Xiao Nanfeng asked, "When did the white-furred monsters retreat?"0

"Ten days ago," Zhang Lingjun replied. "We don't know what prompted it."0

Xiao Nanfeng frowned thoughtfully. "Ten days ago, I secured my victory over the Superior. He must have known that it would be useless to stay any longer, that he might even end up defeated if he were to remain. That was why he retreated with the golden tree in tow."0

Yu'er smiled. "Was he that weak?"0

Zhang Lingjun, however, frowned. "That isn't good news. Since Nanfeng has won, we have an absolute advantage—but the Superior and his white-furred monsters will surely go into hiding. How are we supposed to continue hunting them do...0