Flames ravaged through the mountains.
The blood reflecting human figures pooled into one.
Sun Mutaos gasped heavily.
This journey was really damn dangerous!
Luckily, they bought four attack formations from that store, otherwise the Vine Tree Devils that sprouted at the beginning could have wiped out half of their combat power.
"The Poison-Resisting Formation has half an hour left, grab the stuff, we're pulling out."
With a wave of his big hand, the ghost-faced man ordered everyone to retreat.
By the time they left the mountain range, it was already past 1 a.m.
Sun Mutaos was covered in bloodstains, but he was extremely excited.
This was truly a great victory!
They killed more fierce beasts than required, not only completing the mission but also gaining a lot of good loot.
"How many formations do you have left?"
A voice suddenly came.
Sun Mutaos snapped back to reality and saw it was the ghost-faced man, also the leader of their squad.
