In response, the gates of the longevity village were wide open.

Ten players emerged from the wide-open door.

These players were completely red, like boiled shrimp.

Feng Qianming sensed fluctuations in the cultivation techniques emanating from several of the players.

"So, those who came this time know martial arts?" Feng Qianming smiled contemptuously.

The cultivation fluctuations emanating from some of these individuals were very low, as if they had only just begun to learn the basics.

There were indeed a few players among them who knew how to use light-footed kung fu.

These light-foot skills were obtained from the hunting party that attacked earlier.

Without uttering a word, the players charged straight at Feng Qianming and her group.

The players who knew light-footed skills ran especially fast.

However, this headlong charge was completely chaotic and disorganized; simply put, it was like a wild boar charging.

"I'll do it!"

Although the captain of the ninth team who spoke earlier was missing an arm, he was still incredibly brave.

He could handle those guys charging in headfirst with one hand!

Another hunter captain, whose nose had been burned off, also charged headlong into the attacking players.

Feng Qianming initially raised her hand to stop them, but ultimately lowered it and did not intervene.

After all, these martial artists, having narrowly escaped death, needed to vent their frustrations.

It might be good to test these strange villagers.

The captain of Team Nine darted forward and rushed in front of a player whose body was completely red, his only remaining hand clawing fiercely toward the player's eye.

If that grab is firm, it will definitely take half your life!