Qian Lei didn't believe it.

His informant wasn't that bad.

Yan Lin took a rope from his body and circled around a few trees. To Qian Lei's utter bewilderment, he pulled hard on the rope, causing a commotion.

Thump thump thump—

Suddenly, bursts of gunfire came from the other side of the dense forest.

A hail of bullets, dense and numerous, bullets seemed to be flying everywhere, it was a full-scale firepower attack.

Yan Lin pulled Qian Lei down to his knees.

When a bullet hits a tree, there is a string of English letters on it.

"Look, this is an American trick. What are we going to use to fight them with firepower now? Isn't this just throwing ourselves into the lion's den?" Yan Lin said and then left.

Qian Lei slammed his fist on the ground.

He suffered heavy losses, gained nothing, and even lost several of his most trusted generals.

at the same time.

The Jing tribe settled in a mountain village.

Xu Manzhi twitched her nose slightly.

There were quite a few people in the village, plus Ruan Wenming's entire group, and all sorts of small animals from the village, making it quite lively.

She took out a whistle, put it to her lips, and blew it.

The swarm of snakes attacked instantly, heading straight for the village with lightning speed.

Inside the mountain stronghold stood a towering temple dedicated to the Snake God. Inside and outside stood powerful figures from all sides, their faces painted with various colors of glaze, listening intently to Ruan Wenming's plea.

“Mr. Ming, you don’t need to worry. We have a special treasure to subdue the snake god. As long as you carry it with you, no matter what kind of demons or monsters they are, they will have to submit to you,” said Village Chief Liu Changsheng.

With that, he raised his voice with an air of authority and proclaimed: "Summon the divine artifact!"

Then a group of villagers carried out a statue of a snake god.

Ruan Wenming's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly bowed in worship, shouting, "Hahaha, I'm going to win! I'm going to win—"