Outside, a chaotic clatter of footsteps sounded, more than ten people at least.
Yet, Chen Feng's expression did not betray too much anxiety. Although the number of opponents was significant, they didn't give him a sense of dread. With Demon Horn, Chen Feng's sixth sense was significantly heightened, allowing him to clearly sense nearby danger.
Soon, a dozen people braved the heavy rain and stormed in. Their attire was fairly decent, and their mouths were spewing curses, mostly complaints about the weather.
These people carried some weapons and a lot of packs; from the visible traces, it wasn't hard to tell that these were mostly food and daily supplies.
Scavengers, Battle Group, Exploration Camp.
This kind of team formation went by many names; it was clear they engaged in work similar to search parties—collecting everything possible in the wilderness.
