443: Escape failed, a bitter struggle ensued!

Gu Qinghan looked at the Mutated Birds of Prey shuttling through the forest, his teeth itching with frustration.

The trees in this forest had clearly mutated; not only were they larger, but their hardness had also become incredibly exaggerated.

If he wanted to attack those creatures moving among the trees, he would inevitably be blocked by these thick, iron-hard trunks.

But when he tried to clear the obstructing trees first, those annoying Mutated Birds of Prey would come out to interfere.

This was their home turf, and even a strong Professional like Gu Qinghan couldn't gain any advantage for a while.

Even when he designed a plan to prioritize killing one or two, their fellows would carry away the injured companions.

As a result, Gu Qinghan had only managed to injure some Mutated Birds of Prey, achieving no substantial effect whatsoever.

As for the skeletons, they were of little use at this moment, only able to stare blankly at the agile figures.

"If only I had a Sky Eye Skeleton…"

Gu Qinghan gritted his teeth. He had originally thought that his current strength was enough to capture some mounts.

But now, it seemed that was not the case.

Just as Gu Qinghan was getting a headache and considering retreating, he suddenly heard an extremely sharp cry from afar.

The sound was incredibly penetrating, as if warning of something.

Immediately after, Gu Qinghan heard the dense flapping of wings all around him.

Gu Qinghan initially thought this sound was the signal for these feathered beasts to attack.

He stood ready, constantly watching his surroundings, but no attack came.

Instead, the sound of flapping wings grew more distant, as if they were chasing some prey.

Gu Qinghan's expression turned strange. They were fighting him so well, and suddenly they went hunting?

With this doubt, Gu Qinghan, led by the Bear King, quickly rushed in the direction of the sound.

Meanwhile, the Professionals outside had ashen faces, spitting fiercely at the Mutated Bird shot down by the scarred man's arrow.

"What do we do? Those guys are already out!"

The Professionals all looked at the scarred man, who pursed his lips.

He looked at the flock of birds rapidly approaching like a squadron of fighter jets in the distance, and finally said to everyone:

"Go straight back to the town. Their goal is to trap us; going back will solve the problem."

The pot-bellied man beside him immediately spoke, a hint of hesitation in his voice:

"But we've already come so far; it would be such a waste to just go back… Going back like this will definitely result in injuries. How about we try to break through together?"

The scarred man glanced at him, then suddenly smiled:

"Okay, it's settled then."

The pot-bellied man seemed stunned, asking somewhat confusedly:

"Really?"

"Yes, you leave, we go back."

As the scarred man's words fell, he abruptly drew the longbow from his back.

Gusts of wind swirled around the longbow, condensing into an arrow that shot out fiercely.

Finally, this arrow struck the man in front of him with astonishing speed.

The pot-bellied man reacted quickly, immediately conjuring an ice shield in front of him and loudly questioning:

"I just offered an opinion, and you want to kill me?!"

His voice was filled with shock and anger; he seemed completely unprepared for the attack.

But the arrow, wrapped in wind, carried immense power, sending both the man and his shield flying into the distance.

The scarred man merely gave him a cold look and said to the remaining people:

"Go, come back with me!"

Everyone turned back towards the town, signaling that their escape had once again failed.

The Mutated Birds of Prey in the sky rapidly approached, launching attacks on the people below.

Most of the birds flew towards the person who had been shot far away by the arrow.

Arrows continuously shot from the scarred man's hand; with each arrow, a Mutated Bird of Prey approaching the group was repelled.

But they had fled too far this time, and the Mutated Birds of Prey seemed unusually enraged, their attack rhythm more ferocious than before.

People's counterattacks were largely ineffective; most could only defend.

The scarred man pulled his longbow taut, and a row of arrows condensed on it.

When these arrows were shot, they did not attack in a single direction; instead, they began to rotate around the people.

This caused the attacking Mutated Birds of Prey to slow their offensive slightly, allowing the group to advance a significant distance towards the town.

But soon, a Mutated Bird of Prey with golden scales all over its body lunged towards the arrows.

Its outstretched wings measured over twenty meters, looking like a solid shield, blocking all the arrows circling the people.

Then, its sharp claws extended, fiercely grabbing at the nearest Professional.

"Watch out!"

The scarred man shouted, wanting to rescue him but had no opportunity.

It seemed their escape this time had angered these Mutated Birds of Prey, who were determined to teach them a bloody lesson.

Just at this critical moment, a black shadow appeared like a ghost, directly pouncing on this Mutated Bird of Prey.

A sharp scratching sound rang out, and everyone could even see sparks fly as the black shadow clawed at the Mutated Bird of Prey.

But they had no time to worry about what was happening; they quickly continued moving towards the town.

However, more and more Mutated Birds of Prey appeared in the sky, and the people around them simply couldn't handle them all.

The scarred man looked back at the suddenly appearing black shadow; it seemed to be a Mutated Cat.

At this moment, this much smaller Mutated Cat was completely suppressing the Mutated Bird of Prey, even breaking one of its wings.

His eyes flickered with thought; he had probably already guessed its origin.

Was it a subordinate of the person who was just fighting these Mutated Birds of Prey in the forest?

He knew very well that this Mutated Cat would definitely not appear alone, because he understood the power of these Mutated Birds of Prey.

If there was only one Mutated Cat, it would be pecked into a sieve by these flying feathered beasts within a few minutes.

While shooting arrows to help his companions escape, he looked towards the forest, wanting to see the strong Professional who had been fighting in the forest earlier.

However, as soon as he looked over, he immediately froze.

Just as he imagined, figures did appear there.

But what he didn't expect was that there wasn't just one figure, but a whole line of them!

He saw at least a hundred figures appear in his field of vision, rushing over at an astonishing speed.

These figures were like a well-trained army, even their equipment was identical.

A shield, a uniquely shaped long spear, like an elite unit from hell.

Especially that chilling white, it seemed to make him feel the fear of facing death.

Many people saw this scene, and some had even given up resisting.

The aura was too strong; with enemies on all sides, they had almost no chance to fight back.

And it looked like these figures were clearly coming for them.

In just a few seconds, the figures arrived about a hundred meters from the people.

The charge came to an abrupt halt, and these figures tacitly threw white short spears.

The short spears rained down, shooting towards the people, making many turn ashen.

But just then, the scarred man's voice rang out, easing their expressions slightly:

"Don't be afraid, these people shouldn't be targeting us.

Their target should be these feathered beasts!"