"Talking more is useless, follow me!"
Leading the three into the forest, they hadn't walked far when they encountered a large group of natives wearing animal skin skirts.
The weapons in these natives' hands were no longer the wooden spears but long guns made from exotic ores shining in three colors.
"You dare to come in again, it seems you haven't learned your lesson!"
The native leader waved his hand, and figures appeared amidst the tall trees surrounding them, their aura as strong as Akam's, if not stronger.
"Are you kidding me?" Bai Li looked around at the figures with some heaviness.
"The numbers are indeed a bit excessive, but not impossible to deal with," Meng Ze calmly analyzed.
"But we'll need to put in some effort," Feng Cang nodded in agreement.
"Haha, do you think we weren't prepared?"
The leading native sneered coldly, and with another wave, the ground opened up with large holes, earth flying, revealing a large group of natives with weaker auras.
