Freeze the entire population, activate my Superman system?

Ling Shuang took over as deputy commander of the second team faster than he had expected.

Less than half an hour after returning to the camp, the entire ghoul camp knew one thing.

The newcomer in the third transport team killed Kuro from the second team in the mine.

Ling Shuang and Heto squatted outside a slightly more intact animal skin tent on the west side. Heto was slicing a piece of dried meat with a bone knife, muttering to himself.

"Deputy Commander, you don't know, but when that fat guy from the third patrol team passed by here just now, the way he looked at me was completely different."

He used to ignore me when he passed by, but today he actually greeted me warmly.

"I've worked in the transport team for so many years, and I've never received this kind of treatment."

"I've told you so many times, just call me Zhangmu."

Ling Shuang interrupted him, her gaze not leaving the large tent in the center of the camp.

He just asked Ying for the entire Heto team.

Although Heto was of a different race, Heto helped him a lot.

Before the racial conflict occurred,

He needs someone familiar with the tribe to help him with his tasks.

"Alright, alright, Zhang Mu."

Heto stuffed the jerky into his mouth and continued speaking indistinctly.

"The commander of the second team, Agnu, is dead."

Heto swallowed the jerky, unusually lowering his voice.

"He died in battle during the Night Demon Mother's rebellion, and the position of commander-in-chief has remained vacant ever since."

Herto paused, then poked Ling Shuang's chest with his fingertip.

"So although you are now the deputy commander, you are actually the only person in charge of the second team."

"If you can advance to the second tier, this position of commander-in-chief must be yours."

"Herto," he began, "who designated the mining area for Team Two?"

"It was marked out when Agnu was there. Later, Commander Ying took over. She felt that this old mine still had potential, so she had us continue digging with Team Two, while the other two teams went to find new mines."

Herto scratched his head. "But to be honest, that pit has been emptied out long ago. If you dig any deeper, you'll find the frozen soil layer. You can't even dig out fire crystal slag."

Kuro is constantly throwing tantrums in the pit because he knows he definitely won't be able to meet the total quota this month.

Ling Shuang deliberately pondered for a while.

I don't think there will be any fire crystal mines near the underground river.

Before Ying becomes queen, I wonder if I have control over the second team. I think we need to change direction and search deeper into the snowfield.

"You mean..." Herto's eyes lit up, "Ignoring Commander Ying's orders, you're sending your own people to look for new mines?"

Ling Shuang stood up, a meaningful smile appearing on her gray-brown face.

"The second team is now entirely under my control. We'll continue digging in the old mine pit, but leave only 30% of the manpower for show."

Herto swallowed hard. "What... what if Commander Ying finds out?"

Ling Shuang retorted, "If the old mine keeps ceasing production, won't we be the ones taking the blame?"

Heto opened his mouth, thought about it, and swallowed his words.

That afternoon, the ghouls of the second team were reorganized.

Ling Shuang led more than twenty young ghouls with strong combat abilities to the frozen rift valley in the northwest to set up camp.

His idea was to use another fire crystal as bait.

Lure all the other gathering teams over.

Although the Fire Crystal is valuable, its value is limited to the first one and the first lord.

He had Zhang Mu and Guo Yueshan try exchanging fire crystals again.

Discovery can only grant a large number of achievement points.

Compared to the discovery of safe zones for humans,

It has absolutely no value.

After an unknown amount of time, a commotion arose outside the tent.

Ling Shuang lifted the tent flap and saw a ghoul stumbling and running from the direction of the camp gate, covered in blood, his left arm severed at the elbow, the grayish-green blood at the cut already crystallized into a thin shell.

He collapsed in front of Ling Shuang, pointing northeast with his only remaining right hand, slurring a muffled sentence: "Vice Commander...east...Kisame..."

Before he could finish speaking, his head drooped down.

Ling Shuang slowly walked out of the tent.

His own men were already in a standoff with the enemy.

Opposite them were more than ten alien races, all with slender figures and covered in dark blue scales, each holding a bone trident.

The Kisame clan.

He had heard the name from Heto before; it was one of the slave tribes under the ranchers, located on the northeastern side of Frostridge, bordering the ghoul territory.

The two sides had long been locked in a blood feud over the struggle for the fire crystal veins.

Ling Shuang murmured to herself,

"It seems that news of Gertu's death has already reached the Oni Shark Clan."

The only reason for causing trouble at this time is that the other party knows that the ghoul camp is currently leaderless, with only Ying, a second-tier being in charge.

So they began to launch probing attacks on the ghouls' gathering and prospecting teams.

They must seize the fire crystals, absorb the property, and survive before the big rancher settles his debts.

Herto and eight ghoul transporters stood back to back in a semicircle, surrounded by them.

Leading the group was a significantly larger Oni Shark, who held a bone trident with undried gray-green blood dripping from its tip.

It should be a first-order mature entity.

"A ghoul gathering team dares to come to the Frozen Rift to prospect for minerals now?"

The leader of the Oni Shark Clan spoke in a broken ghoul language, his voice sharp and hissing, like a snake flicking its tongue.

"Your exploration area is in the southeast, which is beyond the designated boundaries."

Herto, holding the bone knife, trembled uncontrollably, but still gritted his teeth and charged forward.

"Bullshit! This rift valley was originally allocated to our tribe; it was your Oni Shark clan that crossed the line!"

"Back then?" The leader of the Oni Shark Clan let out a piercing hiss, as if he were laughing.

"When Gertu was alive, this rift valley was indeed your territory."

But Gertu is dead, and only a female is left cowering in the camp. What right do they have to claim this as their territory?

The Ghost Shark leader ignored Heto and gestured for the five warriors behind him to close the encirclement.

The cold light of bone knives and spears gleamed in the moonlight, and the air at the bottom of the rift suddenly became extremely tense.

Then, a silver-black figure silently leaped down from the top of the ice ridge.

Ling Shuang's left fist, imbued with the full explosive power of her scale armor form, slammed directly into the back of the nearest Oni Shark warrior.

Before the demon shark warrior could even scream, his body slumped forward like a puppet with its strings cut, leaving a fist-sized, transparent hole in his chest.

The leader of the Oni Shark Clan suddenly turned around, his trident held horizontally in front of him, his deep blue pupils shrinking into two narrow slits.

"Who are you?" the Ghost Shark leader asked in the Common Language, his fingers tightening around the trident.

"You've crossed the line."

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body was launched out.

When Heto snapped out of his daze, his "Zhangmu Brothers" had become a blur and rushed straight into the center of the Oni Shark Clan's encirclement.

In the next ten seconds or so, he witnessed firsthand what one-sided suppression truly meant.

Ling Shuang's left arm bone spurs sprang out from her wrist, piercing the gill slits of a Ghost Shark warrior, while her right claw smashed the skull of another Ghost Shark warrior from above, the claw tip probing into the skull cavity and skillfully pulling out a pale red crystal.

The first-tier mature form of the Kisame clan finally realized that something was wrong.

He shouted sharply, ordering the other four ghost shark warriors to retreat, and then charged towards Ling Shuang, brandishing his trident.

A full-force attack from a first-stage mature form.

The tip of the trident drew a blue arc under the fluorescent light, aiming for Ling Shuang's throat.

Ling Shuang did not give him a chance.

He slammed his right knee into the abdomen of the Kisame clan leader, bending him into a shrimp-like shape. Then, he grabbed the back of his neck with his left hand, forcing him to lean back, while his right hand slid into the skull.

Then, with a gentle stir, it was pulled out, bringing out a pale red source crystal.

[Slayed a first-tier mature form of the Oni Shark race.]

[Current Enhancement Area: Left Hand Tier 2 (2/5): Tier 2 ability not activated.]

When Ling Shuang returned to the camp, the fire spirit of the campfire had dimmed considerably, with only a few patches of light still shining outside the central tent.

He walked straight to the main tent, lifted the curtain, and found only Ying inside.

Leaning back on a chair frame made of giant animal bones, he casually stroked the handle of the bone whip with his left hand.

"You made quite a fuss today."

The oriole opened its mouth, its voice neither loud nor soft, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"The Kisame clan knows that Gertu is dead."

Ling Shuang stood in the center of the tent.

"I intercepted their reconnaissance squad in the frozen rift valley. There were six of them, one of whom was a first-stage mature being."

They knew Gertu was dead; today was just a test, and the next one wouldn't be a reconnaissance team.

I think we need to start a war.

Ying's fingers paused on the handle of the bone whip, and she squinted at Ling Shuang.

Ling Shuang said naturally,

"The old mine pits are completely unexploitable, and as for the underground river, there has been no movement for many days."

If the targets aren't met before settlement, everyone's doomed.

Suddenly, Ying lunged forward and sniffed Ling Shuang's neck closely.

Despite the ambiguous scene, Ling Shuang sensed a murderous intent in the flickering firelight of the tent.

The next second, Ying's words sent a chill down Ling Shuang's spine, and she instantly wanted to lash out.

"You are not one of my people."

But Ying suddenly returned to her chair, stretching out her graceful figure, exuding languor.

"The ghouls here stink."

As for your scent, it smells wonderful.

"You're from a tribe in the Fertile Lands, aren't you? Tsk, you dare to leave the Fertile Lands at just the first rank."

Ling Shuang hadn't expected that her love of cleanliness would give her away, but she still calmly replied.

"I'm sorry, Commander Ying, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm from the transport team."

The nightingale on the chair opened her leather armor, revealing glimpses of her snow-white skin, and looked at Ling Shuang with seductive eyes.

"Those from the Fertile Soil tribe are indeed more handsome."

"Save me a child, okay?"

Ling Shuang stared wide-eyed at the oriole before her.

No wonder he never revealed his true identity.

This female ghoul,

Craving his own mimicry body!

Seeing that Ling Shuang was still pretending to be stupid, Ying waved her hand listlessly.

"It doesn't matter. The ghouls of your Fertile Lands have always been boring and have never considered us as their own people."

Just kidding, what's the use of being handsome?

A first-tier mature form, you wouldn't be considered a banished waste in your clan, would you?

"But you're right."

Doing it yourself is never as fast as stealing it.

I will tell my men that there's no need to prospect anymore; we should turn around and devour the Kisame clan's territory.