Since there are seven major camps here trying to grab the space stone, ninety-nine percent of it is due to the influence of the newly born out-of-body mother tree.

——Others can do it, why can’t I?

"How about coming over and taking a look?" Qu Jianlei suggested.

"Okay," Xizhao also likes to join in the fun, "It's not that far away anyway."

As they approached secretly, they found that the aliens were becoming more and more restless - to put it simply, internal fighting was gradually increasing.

The tree tribe is fighting against the tree tribe, the migratory locusts are also fighting against each other, and the tree tribe is also fighting against its opponents with its own migratory locusts.

In this vast alien forest, there was suddenly a feeling that the building was about to collapse.

What's interesting is that when they were about to arrive at the "Meeting Alliance" location, there was also a conflict between the seven main teams.

Many curious melon-eaters also came closer to watch, but were attacked by the security team.

None of the tree tribe noticed that the space fluctuated slightly as their fellow tribe members came over to eat the melon.

Then, a big, round guy appeared silently.

Feng Yiwu has a very strong ability to observe words and colors. He will not get too close at all. He will just observe from a distance.

However, not long after, two migratory locusts flew towards it with great momentum.

Feng Wangwang didn't say anything, and directly fired a black line.

The cutting power of the black line is extremely strong, but within the alien race, it is often used as a warning method.

However, the black line sent by Feng Wangwang persisted for 20,000 to 30,000 kilometers and then disappeared.

However, this is not a problem of insufficient range, but a warning to the migratory locusts coming from far and near: Get away, stay away from labor and management!

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