The members of the exploration team, in their panic, were all drawn to Zhenjin's laughter.
Zhenjin immediately shouted, "With me here, what are you panicking for? No matter how many flying squirrels there are, they will only be our food. Follow my command, reorganize the formation, and kill all these flying squirrels."
"Yes, Lord!" Everyone responded thunderously.
The line was quickly restored.
Zhenjin concentrated and looked into the distance, his pupils involuntarily contracting. His physical fitness surpassed others, enabling him to see more clearly. At a glance, he saw seven flying squirrel leaders, and hundreds of common flying squirrels swarming out.
"Could it be that all the flying squirrels have mobilized?"
"Indeed, the nature of beasts is unpredictable."
Zhenjin had no intention of retreating; this situation had been expected.
Before the hunt began, Zhenjin and the others had anticipated many scenarios.
