The surface of this crocodile's scutes faintly shimmered with streaks of pitch black, seeping through from the inside out. Looking at its eyes, wisps of pitch-black aura were present within them as well. Instantly, everyone knew what had happened: the aborigines of this small world had intruded within the three-hundred-kilometer radius, bringing along the aura of a curse. This crocodile meat could no longer be eaten. More than a dozen crocodiles piled up here, enough for hundreds of people to enjoy a wonderful meal, had now gone completely to waste.
"Our meat... our meat!" Everyone lamented, yet they were utterly helpless.
The exact same scenario played out at hunting grounds, gathering spots, and fishing sites everywhere within the three-hundred-kilometer zone. Today's hunting yield was more than thirty percent lower than expected, and every affected team harbored resentment. This resentment was in turn passed on to the people inside the warship and members of other teams...
Chapter 344