A group of Aliens were rushing towards their location, roughly counting to over thirty.
However, even the ordinary people behind them were not very anxious, because compared to the Mutant Beasts they encountered before, this group seemed a bit less intelligent—they varied greatly in size, but the group of Mutant Beasts resembled fighting hens, with elongated necks, fluffy feathers, and heads pecking forward as they ran.
"Long necks and feathers, bodies covered in down, and sharp beaks, they kind of look like ostriches." Chi Minghong drew his Sword, "I'll handle this."
"Hold on," Xu Huo said, "They run quite fast, just right for transportation."
Zhou Yuanzhu, already holding back her anger, immediately stepped forward, "There's a leader, perfect!"
