"Do we go in and search?"
Liu Fei, holding a machete, urged impatiently.
He stood at the forefront, waiting for Qian Yu's command, while also looking at Ryze.
"Boss, it's your call." Ryze had his hand on the bowstring, occasionally sniffing the faint scent of alcohol in the air, licking his lips.
The man with glasses shook his head, not putting down the steel crossbow but continuing to keep a lookout around.
Although their five-person group was more efficient than others, their fatigue was apparent.
Having abandoned their own shelter to raid others for survival, the five of them joined forces under Korun's leadership, arriving here from an Ancient Secret Realm Gate.
They hadn't had a decent drink for days, or rather, not even in the past eight days.
Guzzling drinks was only something that could be done in dreams.
However, at the moment, the scent of alcohol was driving their desire and madness, saliva dripping.
