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At this point, he paused: "Honorable Sir, please don't misunderstand, we don't mean anything else."

"I know, it's fine," Yang Yuan said, "So, back then were you very close to that place? Were there any casualties?"

"No, it's just that all the strange beasts were scared away, making it much harder for us to secure prey."

Lango said, "When we fled here earlier, we noticed the 'Fire God' seemed to have gone elsewhere, so we camped here."

"Fire God?" Jiayan asked skeptically.

"That should refer to the Drought Fiend," Yang Yuan explained.

"Oh right, you call it Drought Fiend, we are used to calling it 'Fire God,' it was one of those three monsters that escaped from the Ancient Ruins. Oh heavens, it was so terrifying, even a high-yield hydrogen bomb couldn't kill it; only divine beings could achieve that."

Lango exaggeratedly said, "But the gods are merciful and won't bring disaster upon humans permanently, so it left, maybe it returned to its divine realm."

Yang Yuan and Jiayan exchanged a glance, recognizing the mirth in each other's eyes.

Indeed, it went to its divine realm and will never come back.

Oh right, there are still two more.

But those two are unknown whereabouts.

Besides, from Lango's words, they speculated that the direction they were heading seemed not to be the path taken by the thirteenth team.

Meaning, they are unlikely to encounter the thirteenth team.

"Three illustrious ones, we are almost there."

At this time, Ariel said, "But we're afraid we have to land earlier, or we might get attacked; your pet is too large."

"Indeed, we might need to land early, or else be considered invaders by the camp, and those giant cannons are truly fearsome," Lango hurriedly said.

By now, they could see the camp situated at the foot of the mountain ahead.

Yang Yuan nodded, maneuvering the Funeral Crow to land on a small hill four or five kilometers from the camp.

Six people descended to the ground.

Jiayan asked, "Can we take our pet inside?"

"You can, but if possible, it's best to put it in your Pet Space, lest it accidentally harms ordinary people," Lango said.

Pet Space?

Must be the Summoning Space of superpower-type users, right?

But they aren't actual Beast Tamers.

Jiayan looked at Yang Yuan.

Yang Yuan then instructed the Funeral Crow, "Stay here and forage on your own, don't wander too far. Of course, feel free to leave if you want."

"Caw..."

The Funeral Crow became anxious, flapping its wings vigorously, stirring up a fierce wind nearby.

Yang Yuan leapt onto the crow's back, took off the Marvel leash, stored it in the Void Ring, then landed, saying to the Funeral Crow, "You're free now. Lango, let's go."

"Yes, sir."

Lango and the three immediately led the way.

"Caw..."

The Funeral Crow urgently followed.

"Stay here, don't follow," Yang Yuan glanced back.

Instantly, the Funeral Crow crouched down, looking at him eagerly.

Yang Yuan remained unmoved, leading the two women to catch up with Lango and the others.

Jiayan saw the Funeral Crow persistently watching them but not daring to chase after, feeling a bit sympathetic, she softly asked, "Are we really leaving it behind?"

"Let's wait and see," Yang Yuan didn't rush to make a decision.

"Damn bird!!"

Suddenly, the Funeral Crow cried out.

Yang Yuan turned back sharply.

Hastily, the Funeral Crow squatted back down.

The three ahead, including Lango, all turned back in astonishment toward the massive black bird.

Lango exclaimed in surprise, "Profound-Colored Divine Bird? It can talk, this must be a pet of the gods, right?"

Saying this, he promptly told Yang Yuan, "Rest assured, sir, we will report the information about the Profound Bird to the camp's officers; our camp has people who raise pets too, the Profound Bird is safe here."

"Thank you," Yang Yuan nodded.

"No need to thank me, it's our duty; you three have given us so much meat, essentially providing food for the camp, I'm sure the officers above will understand."

Lango smiled and led the way again.

Though the path through the Primordial Forest was rugged, the six were not ordinary people and could still walk with ease in such places.

In less than half an hour, they arrived outside the camp.

"How many people are in your camp?" Yang Yuan asked.

"There should be more than eleven thousand, but people often die, so I'm not sure about the exact count," Lango replied.

"Deaths?" Yang Yuan asked.

"Yes, sir, after all, in this world where divine beings reside, it's too dangerous; those like us Demon Hunters seeking fortune and treasures must venture out, encountering risks and facing death is normal."

Lango explained, "Of course, there are those who broke the rules and were executed, but such people brought it upon themselves, they can't blame others."

Breaking the rules, executed?

Yang Yuan felt a subtle unease, realizing this place might not be as harmonious as the thirteenth team.

This camp has a ten-meter-high wall, equipped with various hot weapons, soldiers on guard, though the gate is always open, not preventing people's ingress and egress.

Finally, the six entered the camp.

Yang Yuan and the two others noticed that in this thirty-eighth team, Eastern and Western people were almost evenly divided, there were some black people too, but only less than ten percent.

Compared to the thirteenth team's orderly and oppressive atmosphere for ordinary people, this thirty-eighth team appeared very 'rugged.'

Indeed, rugged.

The customs here seemed very fierce, the camp, in fact, is within a safety zone, where superpower users carrying blood-stained knives roam freely.