Finally, the camp came into view. Everyone rushed into the camp without waiting, looking around and carefully observing every corner.

However, to their surprise, everything was as usual, without the slightest abnormality. Their initial anxiety eased slightly, but they were still not completely at ease.

They quickly grabbed a few of their companions who had stayed behind and anxiously inquired about the situation.

After some conversation, everyone learned that not long ago, after seeing Zhang Baiyun and his group return safely from afar, the Black Soil Hunting Group suddenly changed its course and headed to another place.

While this news brought a sense of relief, it also raised questions: What exactly was the Black Soil Hunting Group planning? Why did they so easily give up their covetousness of the camp?

"Deputy Captain Huang, you'll stay at the camp tomorrow. At least half of the other team members should stay here. When we go out, we won't go too far. We'll keep a half-hour distance to prevent Liu Heitu from causing trouble." Zhang Baiyun arranged the situation for the next day's shift during dinner.

However, in the dead of night, when all was quiet, a series of deafening and chilling roars of wild beasts suddenly came from all around!

The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with endless wildness and rage, instantly shattering the tranquility of the night.

Immediately afterwards, two dark figures rushed over like lightning. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be two enormous, ferocious seventh-grade wild beasts!

With bloodshot eyes, bared fangs, and an aura of terror emanating from them, they charged towards the camp like mad beasts, recklessly.

Its speed was so fast, like a sudden storm, that people had no time to react.