As he spoke, he brandished his machete, "Either we continue forward, or you die by my blade!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the hunters all backed away.

Yu Bin's strength is obvious to all, and everyone knows it. No one wants to be his enemy, especially under the threat of multiple crises at this moment. Moreover, if they really fought, the chances of winning would be very slim, and they might not be able to avoid dying under his blade.

The hunters stopped.

But they were only outwardly convinced; they stared coldly at Old Zhang and the fat man.

If looks could kill, their situation would be tantamount to being torn to pieces.

However, the controversy eventually subsided.

The hunters walked at the front, Wang Lan and her brother walked at the back, and Yu Bin walked in the middle as if protecting Lao Zhang and Fatty.

The group entered the market.

The nauseating stench suddenly intensified several times over, causing everyone to cough and their eyes to well up with tears. They could only squint and frown.

But the bloody scene at the market was still clearly visible.

Blood was splattered on the walls and the floor, and over time it had turned a dark purple color.

The fragments of flesh, dissolved by bacteria, still vaguely retain their general outline, clinging to the ground. Several fly eggs are embedded among the flesh, quietly awaiting hatching.

Wang Lan rubbed his temples. The unpleasant smell was overwhelming, and it was also incredibly irritating. He felt his head was about to ache again. Encountering something like this at a time like this was really troublesome.

Of course, Wang Lan also felt that perhaps he was overthinking things, because he felt…

“Something’s not right,” Wang Lan said to Sun Muchen, who was standing next to her.