The sound of Wang Qiang's voice abruptly stopped, and the remaining survivors also immediately fell silent, each of them picking up their weapons vigilantly and looking towards the depths of the Mountain Forest.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle!" The sound of rustling appeared again, this time a few degrees clearer than before.
Hu Xiaodong slowly pulled out an arrow from his backpack, gently placing it on the Arrow Platform, then exerting effort to draw the bowstring, with the arrowhead pointing directly at the source of the noise.
As the sound grew closer, all the survivors' hearts tightened correspondingly, each gripping their weapons tightly, ready to defend and face the enemy.
Finally, a Black Shadow burst out from the Mountain Forest, stopping in place five meters away from the survivors' line of sight.
That was...
