Fang had already arrived at the end of the dense fog forest. He had ordered people to set up a few tents at the end of the dense fog forest and had already planned to spend the night there.
According to his expectations, even the fastest special forces soldier who entered the dense fog forest would have to leave the dense fog forest in twenty-four hours, so he was not in a hurry at all.
Chief Fang stayed at the finish line, where there was a rocking chair. He sat on the rocking chair and rocked it, feeling the sunlight.
It had already been an hour. The first wave of wolves raised by his men should have already surrounded them, right?
He was really looking forward to it. When would they come out?
And that good seedling that he had just discovered this year.
006... ? ... would she break the record for the fastest person to lead his team out of the Misty Forest?
He was really looking forward to it...
Right at this moment.
