Early morning, after the rain, the damp air was suffocating.
In the faint mist, a team of more than twenty people, all wearing army-green Martial Artist's Uniforms, appeared in the dense jungle.
This was a young team; the members were generally around twenty-three or twenty-four, half male and half female, and the oldest was only about thirty.
They looked a bit travel-worn, but none of them were injured.
Occasionally, when passing Mercenary squads saw this team, they all cast astonished looks their way.
"Why are they all a bunch of youngsters? Not afraid of dying? Any random Ninth Tier Demon Beast could wipe them out."
"Judging from their appearance and equipment, they should all be scions of major families and corporations."
"Seeing us appear, these youngsters don't have the slightest hint of awe in their eyes. There must be a King secretly protecting them, otherwise they wouldn't be this brazen."
