Only a short distance away, inside a cage, Gan, looking exhausted, was locked up with the elders of the tribe.

They sat leaning against the iron bars, their eyes dim and lifeless, resembling withered wood.

It was understandable; being captured and kept here was no different from being livestock.

And everyone knew there was no hope of rescue.

Their ending up here was a dead end. No one would find them, and Li Ruiqi and the others were struggling to protect themselves.

Now, they watched every day as these monsters dragged away their companions one by one.

They were powerless to stop it, unable to even fight back. How tragic.

Su Mo carefully maneuvered the mecha over. Then, while the Blade Heteromorphs guarding the area weren't paying attention, Su Mo had the mecha take out a small, round communication orb encased in sponge, which he had prepared in advance, and secretly rolled it into the cage.

The plastic communication orb rolled directly to Gan.

Gan, who had been ashen-faced and downcast, suddenly saw the orb and his eyes widened.

In an instant, his dormant heart leaped.

He immediately reacted, quickly grabbing the orb and hiding it, then looking around.

Everything seemed normal, nothing was out of the ordinary.

However, the elders beside Gan noticed his strange behavior and looked up at him in confusion.

"Chieftain? What's wrong?"

Gan suppressed his elation and said to them in a low voice.

"Listen to me, don't show any signs of anything being amiss."

Hearing Gan's words, the elders' hearts stirred, and they quickly nodded in agreement.

"Move closer and block the Blade Heteromorphs' view. Tell me immediately if there's any movement. We may be saved. Look at this."

Gan said in a low voice, revealing the communicator a little.

The elders couldn't help but reveal joyful expressions on their old faces, but they had all weathered storms before, and each quickly suppressed their emotions.

They subtly adjusted their positions, shielding Gan.

Gan then picked up the communication orb and, with a mix of excitement and anxiety, whispered.

"Hello?"

"Chief Gan, this is Su Mo."

Su Mo's voice came from the communication orb.

Hearing Su Mo's words, Gan felt as if a tidal wave was crashing in his heart. He found it incredible.

"Su Mo? How are you here?"

First, how did Su Mo find this star system? Second, how did he infiltrate the Blade Heteromorphs' nest? Each of these things seemed impossible.

He even wondered if he was hallucinating.

"Listen to me, let's not discuss that now. I'm here to save you. I need to understand the situation here. How much do you know about this nest?"

Su Mo said directly to Gan.

Gan, speaking faster, said to Su Mo, "Don't act rashly. The number of enemies in this nest is beyond your imagination. Don't let the number of Blade Heteromorphs fool you. The number of monsters they've penned up is astronomical."

Su Mo frowned more and more as he listened.

"Also, the enemy's combat power is extremely terrifying. There are many peak Type V individuals. You need to consider whether you can defeat them."

Gan didn't just blindly ask Su Mo to save them; he explained the situation.

"Are you talking about the peak Type V alien they're keeping?"

"No, no, I'm talking about their leader, the Silver Heteromorph. That guy's strength is at the peak of Type V."

"Hiss, he's also at the peak of Type V?"

Hearing this, Su Mo couldn't help but gasp. Another terrifying opponent.

"That's right, and that Silver Heteromorph is different from the ordinary Blade Heteromorphs. He's extremely intelligent and can even speak. To be honest, the reason we're still alive is because of that Silver Heteromorph. He's keeping us alive to torture us, wanting to make us completely despair, to break us completely in body and spirit. On the one hand, he can use us as evolutionary material, and on the other hand, he can extract enough knowledge from us."

Gan further explained the situation to Su Mo.

Hearing this, Su Mo felt it was even more troublesome. Intelligence was a problem.

For a moment, Su Mo didn't know what to say.

Seeing that Su Mo hadn't spoken for a long time, Gan gritted his teeth and said, "Su Mo, if you really can't save us, don't force it. Just find a way to give us a quick end, send us all on our way."

Su Mo was touched by this, and he said to Gan, "What are you saying? How could I abandon you? Okay, just huddle up there. I'll find a way to get you out as soon as possible."

"Okay."

Gan replied, his eyes a little wet.

"I'm not going to talk to you anymore. I'm going to scout other parts of this nest. You guys try to huddle up as much as possible and don't anger those monsters."

Su Mo then instructed.

"Okay, we know what to do. Be careful."

Gan still instructed, worried.

"Okay, no problem."

Su Mo then cut off the communication.

Creator·Devourer then asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do next? According to that old guy, it won't be easy to save people."

"Where there's a will, there's a way. It's not entirely impossible."

Su Mo's eyes flickered as he replied calmly.

"Oh? What's your plan?"

Creator·Devourer became even more curious.

"Gan actually gave us a very important piece of information, that the Blade Heteromorphs are keeping a huge number of monsters. Why is it that when we explored along the way, although we encountered monster groups, the numbers weren't that large? There's only one possibility: the monsters they're keeping are also locked in individual caves. When they need to fight, the monsters are their thugs; when they don't need to fight, the monsters are their food. So, first, we need to do a comprehensive reconnaissance of this nest, find all the monster caves where the Blade Heteromorphs are keeping them, mark them, and then figure out how to deal with them."

Su Mo said to Creator·Devourer.

"That's not just a little difficult. After all, you're the only one who can scout right now. As long as there's a slight mishap during the reconnaissance, you'll be discovered."

Creator·Devourer replied in a low voice.

"It's still worth doing, no matter how difficult. Let's go! We're going to investigate."

Su Mo didn't waste any words.

"Alright!"

Creator·Devourer nodded in agreement.

Seven days later, Su Mo stood in a corner of a cave, frowning as he looked at the countless monsters locked in giant cages before him.

The monsters snarled and roared, baring their teeth.

The guarding Blade Heteromorphs seemed not to hear their angry roars, having long grown accustomed to them.