The whistling cold wind circled above the ruins, with Song Zuo's expression fluctuating uncertainly as he subconsciously moved his finger away from the trigger.
Rustle rustle~
Li Yan repeatedly pressed the switch, his unfocused eyes seemingly pondering something.
In the darkness, the stooped figure of Song Zuo stepped out.
"What are you thinking now?"
Li Yan shook his head, "Haven't figured it out..."
For any sufficiently rational and experienced hunter, although finding the news unbelievable, their actions would be very decisive - they would first hurry to the agreed location with Kuang Zhuoma to see if the pickup truck was still there and further verify it with the driver. If they really couldn't contact that strong core troop, then they should quickly flee from Great Demon Lake and preserve themselves wisely.
