As night fell, moonlight spilled down like a light veil, and Tian Qing's group sat together.
Ten meters away on the ground, two demon beasts lay gutted, the pungent smell of blood attracting the attention of many beasts lurking in the darkness, who soon retreated after sensing the strength of the group.
Someone used a dagger to slice warm demon beast flesh, then skewered it into strings of kebabs. The campfire flickered as the meat roasted in the glow, the aroma spreading with the enticing sizzle of fat.
The group ate the roasted meat in a somewhat stifled atmosphere, their voices deliberately lowered even while chatting.
At that moment, scattered individuals continually joined the small team, each bringing ominous news.
Everyone's faces turned grim, instantly losing their appetite, as if something heavy pressed on their hearts, making it hard to breathe.
From the news received, even with preliminary estimates, confirmed deaths this time already exceeded three hundred.
