Bab 1801: The Tribe Is Here

Davis peered into the distance as he saw that the Crimson Fistflame Tribe Prince seemed to have returned with almost his entire tribe. Powerful undulation that was fiery in nature kept blazing towards them, shaking the sparse ruby forest that they were currently residing in.

A few meters behind them was the entrance to the Algerian Monoliths of Planet Earth, a hideout that they should hide no matter what, but none of them seemed to care as they maintained their calm yet amused expressions.

"Strange, I don't see a spatial ring in that miserable loser's hand. What's going on? Could it be that he left his spati-"

"That's because I have it here..."

Natalya took out a spatial ring and swirled it around with her finger.

"Aha." Davis couldn't help but chuckle, "Natalya, you sneaky minx."

Natalya grinned, "I mean, if I know that he was going to escape, even if I can't have his life, I must at least have his finger with a spatial ring on it."