They not only successfully avoided potential threats but also achieved such fruitful results, which undoubtedly laid a solid foundation for future development.

"We've had enough to eat; our pickup truck is almost full. Get a good rest tonight, and we'll head back to the city tomorrow," Zhang Baiyun announced to everyone at dinner.

"Great, we can finally go back to the city."

"This time our harvest is more than ten times that of the past. We'll be rich when we get back."

"Thanks to Brother Chen Feng and the two young brothers Qingyun and Zhou Ping, we wouldn't have had so much success without them. Let's all raise a toast to them."

At this moment, the White Cloud Hunting Group's camp was filled with jubilation as people celebrated this unprecedented and enormous harvest.

The bonfire blazed brightly, illuminating everyone's smiling faces. The aroma of roasted meat filled the air, mingling with laughter and chatter to create a lively and festive scene.

However, just a few kilometers away in a dark corner, the Black Soil Hunting Group's camp presented a completely different picture.

They were as quiet as beasts lurking in the night, silently plotting a thrilling raid on the camp.

Three mysterious figures suddenly appeared in the group. All three were powerful seventh-rank martial artists, emanating a chilling aura.

It turns out that these seventh-rank martial artists were members of an underground force that Liu Heitu had secretly befriended. In order to ensure the success of this operation, Liu Heitu spared no expense in recruiting them.

At this moment, the four men sat together, discussing the details and strategies of the attack in hushed tones. The moonlight shone faintly through the clouds, illuminating their somber and ambitious faces.

However, the Black Soil Hunting Group was completely unaware of this. In another grove of trees not far from them, a group of mysterious figures dressed in black were quietly concealing themselves.

These men in black were like ghosts, so quiet that their presence was almost imperceptible.

Meanwhile, the group of men in black were closely monitoring the every move of the two hunting teams. They had a clear division of labor and worked together seamlessly, clearly having undergone meticulous planning and training.

Standing at the leader's position among these men in black was a burly, one-eyed man with a face full of scars.

His one remaining eye gleamed with a cold and sharp light, as if it could see through all secrets.

Even more astonishingly, powerful auras emanated from this one-eyed giant from time to time.

The sheer strength of his aura was enough to prove that he was a sixth-rank martial artist with unfathomable power! His martial prowess was so great that no ordinary person could contend with him.