A quarter of an hour later, a terrified cry rang out from within the bamboo forest Dao:
"Damn it! Captain! We're still going in circles!!"
However, before the middle-aged man could speak, the others watched as a comrade suddenly dismounted his horse. With a crazed look in his eyes, he charged toward a nearby bamboo stalk and embraced it, kissing it frantically while laughing aloud and saying:
"Hahaha, my beauty! Don't you worry, I'll be sure to take you home and dote on you!"
The next moment, the group watched as their surroundings were suddenly enveloped in a thick, gray mist.
As the gray mist swirled, the comrade who had been frantically kissing the bamboo stalk vanished without a trace.
Witnessing this scene, the men felt not anger, but shock. They were utterly horrified.
"Everyone, stick together! Don't move!" Cold sweat beaded on the middle-aged man's forehead.
