Chief Luan sat on his horse, watching the soldiers move up the mountain one after another, his eyes flickering.
"Sir, aren't you going in?" a subordinate asked cautiously.
"Why rush? Are the dogs here yet?"
A moment later, more than a dozen robust black hunting dogs, led by handlers, arrived at the scene.
The hunting dogs spread out with Chief Luan at the center, covering all directions.
Only then did Chief Luan put on his iron helmet, tightened the chain armor on his body, and leisurely followed his subordinates' footsteps into Black Tiger Mountain.
On the mountain, in a certain concealed thicket, Lou Yi sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his face pale, large beads of sweat occasionally dripping down his forehead.
He looked at the Attribute Panel; having previously killed quite a few archers, he had accumulated 17 points of energy.
The section labeled "Name" was turning a deeper shade of red, starting to throb slowly, warning of a severe state of his body.
