A minor miscalculation could result in a fatal outcome. The earlier series of struggles vividly illustrated the ruthless nature prevailing in the untamed jungle.
“Wow, can you believe that giant python got taken down so easily?”
“Yeah, it was a powerful python, but it ran into its natural predator.”
“That’s pretty scary! If even a strong python can be defeated so quickly, are we in even more danger?”
Staring at the wreckage scattered around them, the group felt a mix of shock and unease.
The place exuded brutality and danger, leaving them on edge. The fear of becoming prey to the exotic beasts lurking around loomed large, with a high chance of meeting a sudden demise. It finally dawned on them why Ryan had succumbed to madness.
Facing such a dangerous and horrifying environment would be daunting for anyone, and it was still early in the night.
The looming uncertainty of whether more creatures would emerge in the later hours only added to their apprehension.
“Looks like this place is turning out to be riskier than we expected,” Jackson observed, a faint sigh escaping him as his expression shifted to a more serious tone.
“Well, they do say, ‘no pain, no gain.’ After all, where’s the thrill in seeking rare treasures without a bit of danger?” Aidan responded, maintaining his calm composure.
Confident in his strength, he realized that facing the black eagle earlier wouldn’t have been a problem. Therefore, there was really nothing to be concerned about.
“Yeah, it’s unnerving, risking our lives for treasure, only to miss out on enjoying them later,” Jackson admitted with a shake of his head.
Despite his concerns, he found solace in the fact that they held the numerical advantage, and Aidan’s expertise as a grandmaster martial artist gave them a valuable edge.
However, if a lone disciple from the Embersteel Order had ventured into the oasis alone, facing a powerful creature could have led to significant casualties.
“Listen up, everyone! This isn’t a safe spot for us to hang around for too long. Let’s pack up and find another place to stay,” Grace cautioned.
She knew the earlier commotion might attract more creatures. Also, the pungent smell of blood only increased the risk if they continued to stay. Therefore, she opted to seek a safer location.
“Why is everyone just standing here? Did you not catch what Ms. Linsor said? Let’s get moving!” Jackson hollered, instructing the disciples of the Embersteel Order to start packing up.
“Damn! Had I known it was this risky, I would’ve bailed when the sun was still up!” A member of the group expressed his regret.
The man in yellow reassured him, “Cut the negativity. We’ve got Jackson and Mr. Ridge, plus so many experts. We’re bound to make it back safe and sound.”
As he wrapped up his words, a swift vine unexpectedly surged from the ground, piercing through his chest with lightning speed.
It emerged seamlessly, passing from his back to his chest as effortlessly as slicing through cheese.
“Ugh .” The man in yellow shivered, his body frozen in place. His wide-eyed gaze fixated on the vine that had impaled him, an expression of disbelief etched across his face.
As he grappled with the shock, he couldn’t fathom where this sudden onslaught had come from. He stiffly turned his head, attempting to discern the source of the ambush. In the next moment, a gruesome sound of flesh tearing filled the air.
More vines shot out, mercilessly riddling him with holes. The man in yellow’s head tilted, and he met his demise on the spot.
Right up to the end, he never imagined that his words from just moments ago would be his final testament.