The entire transmigrator camp was in chaos.
Everyone was wielding weapons, leading their own soldiers towards the neighboring tent cluster.
The clash of weapons, painful moans, echoed throughout the area.
Not far off, on the ground, lay several human soldiers' bodies, scattered beside them were crude bombs for blowing up mountains.
Damn it, what on earth was going on here?
Cleolando's face was grim, cold sweat running down his forehead.
She didn't know what was happening.
She even began to suspect that the ancient tomb was cursed.
Just after Fang Hao had cleared the fourth level, this chaos erupted outside.
Everyone was like a mad beast, lunging at each other.
Bang!
At that moment, Beata returned with a construct.
She was holding a thin rope, the other end dragging three bound transmigrators.
"It was these three who led troops to attack the entrance to the ancient tomb," Beata said, pulling forward.
