"How many of us do you think will safely reach the center of the Blood Demon clan?"
After moving forward again, Yaoyao looked around and noticed the gradually appearing blood-colored mist. She felt a bit apprehensive and couldn't help but tighten her grip on Bai Xiaofan's arm, asking softly.
"If thirty percent survive, consider it a blessing!"
Bai Xiaofan pondered for a moment and provided a somewhat specific figure.
He wasn't speaking aimlessly; this was based on observations from the recent battle with the herd of giant elephants.
The experts on the monster clan's side inflicted significant damage during assaults.
However, these experts had completely detached from the team, focusing solely on charging ahead without caring about the lives of their clansmen behind them.
The further they rushed forward, the more enemies they encountered.
