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"I want!" Zhao Yao looked at the huge cat who had the greatest power of awareness that he had seen. A great desire surged within him. "I want! I want this cat!"
Thinking of how he was going to ride, lay and stand on such enormous cat, he beca excited.
"What’s with you Guang Yu?" Wheatley felt Zhao Yao was acting weird and looked at him curiously.
Zhao Yao suppressed his excitent and shook his head as he said, "It’s nothing. I’m excited to see such a large cat." He turned to Wheatley and asked, "Is this cat the Cat King of the Furless Tribe?"
"Of course not. That’s one of the eight Furless Tribe’s Huge Cat God." Wheatley said, "Furless Tribe’s Cat King, White Short Star, is much larger than he..." After so recalling, she stretched her hand. "Very, very, very large!"
Zhao Yao asked curiously, "Two tis? Three tis? Or ten tis?"
Wheatley frowned as she calculated ntally the size difference. Finally, she pouted her lips and said, "This is a secret! How could I tell you?"
Zhao Yao thought, "Her mathematics are bad. She can’t even calculate the difference."
Zhao Yao was excited by the information about White Short Star. To capture those cats, he had to put in more effort.
Zhao Yao followed Wheatley to the stronghold’s huge hall.
The hall did not have ceilings but was exposed to the night sky. The length and width were too huge to see the ends. The hall was like a huge open plaza.
There were lots of various colored and sized supercats with their cat slaves at the plaza.
Zhao Yao surveyed the supercats and observed different levels shown above their heads.
According to his intelligence, only important cats from the Short Fur and Furless Tribe attended this eting. Most of them were very powerful. Only a small portion were of Level 10 to Level 20 and they had powerful support behind them.
Before the start of the eting, Zhao Yao observed that the supercats only mingled with those of similar levels. It was rare to see supercats with huge level difference mingling together.
Zhao Yao’s eyes focused on Pi Pi, whom he t yesterday. Pi Pi had a height of 2.5 ters and was mingling with other supercats.
Zhao Yao observed the level indicators above their heads and they were Level 30 to Level 40 supercats or humans.
Sensing Zhao Yao’s gaze, Pi Pi turned his head and smiled cruelly before ignoring him totally.
"He’s vengeful," Zhao Yao thought. "According to Wheatley, he’s her big brother. This is troubleso."
Wheatley found a place to settle down but did not mingle with other supercats. Instead, she grabbed Zhao Yao’s arm and said playfully, "Guang Yu! You haven’t told the story for today, quickly tell the story!"
Zhao Yao told his story to Wheatley while he observed the crowd in the great hall. Soon he discovered sothing unusual.
He saw several furless cats, who were a few hundred ters long, sprawling like ranges of mountains. Their eyes moved around as they communicated telepathically. The Level 70 furless cat whom Zhao Yao had seen before was among them.
A few furless cats, who were about a hundred to two hundred ters long, rested on the ground as they communicated telepathically. Zhao Yao noticed that they were Level 60 to Level 70 supercats.
There were also three-headed cats, eight-clawed cats, feline humans who were standing on hind legs and large cats with armor scales...
The cats of the Furless Tribe were not just rely huge and powerful. They adapted to different environnts and survival needs, hence they developed various strange appearances.
"I’d love to capture all of them." Zhao Yao licked his lips.
Cats of the Short Fur Tribe looked ordinary and were similar to the Earth’s cats. The other difference was that they were more spiritual.
As Zhao Yao told his story to Wheatley, a ow rang in the hall. Zhao Yao turned to see a grey cat owing at his own family mber.
With this owing, the mingling supercats returned to their own families.
Wheatley brought Zhao Yao to her family’s spot.
Wheatley’s father was standing in the front while Pi Pi stood near Wheatley. The white cat Ya Xing, whom Zhao Yao had t before, also appeared.
Looking at the cat who had killed him before, Zhao Yao was stunned as the level indicated had dropped from the previous Level 30 to Level 25.
Zhao Yao thought, "He has beco weaker? No, this should be due to injury. Was it caused by the Cat Hunters?"
Zhao Yao looked at the cat beside Wheatley’s father. The gray cat’s fur was shiny but there were no ssy clumps. The gray cat sat quietly and was unaffected by the surroundings.
Zhao Yao was surprised that the grey cat was a super strong Level 72 supercat.
After Black Dune’s introduction, Zhao Yao got to know that this shocking gray cat was the most powerful cat in Wheatley’s family. He was Wheatley’s grandfather, the Short Fur Sage Grayley. He taught Wheatley and Zhao Yao the Dinsion Seal.
The most powerful cat in the Short Fur Tribe was the Whitehand Grandmaster. Theoretically, he ruled over all the supercats in the Short Fur Tribe.
And below him were twelve supercat families. Wheatley’s grayback family was one of them.
The Whitehand Grandmaster and the twelve families controlled the fate of the Short Fur Tribe.
A majestic power of awareness emanated from the thin air and engulfed everyone as though they were subrged 10,000 ters below water. Everyone felt they were filled with the grand power of awareness.
"This powerful energy..." Red Sun looked at the direction of the energy. "The Grandmaster’s here!"
With a series of exclamations, a huge cat figure erged from the middle of the hall. The figure flashed and transford into a gray cat squatting on the ground.
The body of the ancient cat was full of gray fur while the paws were covered with white fur.
The ancient cat gave a worldly wise aura of graceful aging.
Its body was frail and declining. The muscles on the face were droopy and there were a few strands of white fur on the head. The four paws were licked shiny to the point of luminous but they were unable to hide his frailness.
From the human’s view point, it was difficult to ascertain his age by observation.
Zhao Yap was able to sense his aging through his appearance.
The Whitehand Grandmaster was the leader of the Short Fur Tribe and was 50 years of age.
Zhao Yao looked at the Whitehand Grandmaster’s head.
"Level 99!"
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