Maya Warner shook her head. "No."
At the time, she had also thought of "The Celestial’s Prayer Stone," but recalling the old elder’s words, she kept it to herself.
The old elder had said that the matter of the Prayer Stone could only be told to the Hero who saved the Bishop Clan.
"If it wasn’t Maya, then who could it be?"
Greg Unger trusted his sister, Maya.
Maya was naive, but she wasn’t a fool.
"It might have been those people."
Trevor suddenly recalled something.
In the past two months, their people had rescued several unconscious individuals while out searching for supplies.
Seeing how badly they were injured, they brought them back to the clan to treat their wounds.
After their injuries healed and they had rested for a while, those people left.
If word about the Bishop Clan had gotten out, Trevor could only imagine it was because of them.
"They didn’t know much. Could it really have been them?"
Shawn mused.
"We need to speed things up," Adrian Shaw said after hearing this.
Fortunately, not just anyone could barge into the Bishop Clan’s territory. Regardless of whether this was true or not, they had to pick up the pace and get there as soon as possible.
Night fell quickly.
Although there was no need to worry about a zombie attack, Adrian Shaw still arranged for several people to stand watch.
Oceane Sutton also made her move. It seemed a deliberate arrangement, as the guards on duty formed a ring right around the three vehicles.
Every one of them held a gun, looking as if they could attack at any moment.
Inside a second-floor window, Aiden Gordon chuckled smugly. "Captain Sutton really knows what she’s doing. In a bit, we can have a few ’accidental discharges’ to keep them on edge like startled birds."
"We’ll wear them down like this for two days. I refuse to believe they’ll have any strength left to resist."
"Of course. If it weren’t for the supplies and Walter, I would’ve had them taken care of long ago," Oceane Sutton sneered.
However, no sooner had the words left her mouth than a series of gasps came from outside.
Oceane Sutton rushed to the window, only to see a high wall that had appeared out of nowhere.
The wall encircled her people, and even from the second-story window, she couldn’t see what was happening inside.
Aiden Gordon’s mouth hung open. The wall’s appearance felt like a dream. This was...
"An Earth Element Superpower?!"
"It’s them..."
Only then did Oceane Sutton sense that something was very wrong.
’Do they really have such a powerful Earth Element Superpower User among them?’
’Or rather, can the Earth Element Superpower really be this strong?’
Inside the temporary high wall, Nina Jacobs retracted her hand and said to the others,
"Everyone can rest easy now."
The feeling of being watched by so many people wasn’t pleasant. Although this wall was temporary, at least bullets couldn’t get through it.
"Finally, we don’t have guns pointed at us anymore," Adrian Shaw sighed in relief.
If it weren’t for the need to stop for the night and for Wayne Warner, who was in the middle of leveling up, he believed Nina Jacobs would have just torn this place down.
"Haha, awesome!"
Shirley Lucas had even prepared folding beds for everyone.
Realizing they didn’t even have to worry about zombies tonight, Beckett Abbott and the others lay down contentedly within the open-air enclosure, ready to rest.
It had to be said, they hadn’t suffered one bit on this journey.
"I can’t wait to see how strong Wayne will be when he wakes up."
Leo Hale stood guard at Wayne Warner’s door.
The thing he was most looking forward to right now was Wayne Warner’s successful level-up.
As for the situation here, he wasn’t worried in the slightest.
"Don’t be anxious. The longer the level-up takes, the more beneficial it is for him."
After saying this, Nina Jacobs climbed into the small bunk bed at the top of the RV.
After reporting that she was safe to Vera Coleman via the Unlimited Communicator, she went back to listening in on Oceane Sutton’s group.

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