Those splinters were now less than 20 centimeters from their heads.

Zhan Pengwu was lying on the edge of the pit, his right hand tightly gripping Tang Weiwei's right leg, while his left hand supported him on the ground, trying his best to pull her back.

The three people's current poses are extremely abstract.

Zhan Pengfei was pulled upside down by the vines, with one leg in the air and his head on the ground, his body almost upside down.

Tang Weiwei was lying face down, her hands gripping his armpits.

The three of them were like a slanted line slowly rising from the bottom, their bodies taut and straight.

However, Ye Feng did not rush to pull them up. Instead, he picked up the backpack containing firewood, jumped over the pit, and placed the backpack in front of him as a shield.

"Cover them! Everyone else, get to them!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dozen figures wielding bows and arrows suddenly appeared a dozen meters in front of him.

Most of the people were indigenous, but the most conspicuous were Bai Ying and Zhang Tiannan, who were located right in the center.

When Ye Feng's eyes met Bai Ying's, he could clearly feel the killing intent and resentment in her gaze.

"It really was you!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Bai Ying didn't reply to Ye Feng, and immediately released the bowstring, with the others following suit.

In an instant, more than a dozen wooden arrows flew towards them at lightning speed...

Ye Feng could only hunch over and hide behind his backpack.

"Knock knock knock!"

The arrows pierced the firewood inside the backpack, making muffled thuds and slight vibrations.

Fortunately, the hiking backpack was large enough to barely cover his body.

After a volley of arrows, no one was injured except Qi Xiaojie, who was hit by an arrow but was fortunately blocked by his fish-scale armor.

While the enemy was changing arrows, the others quickly cut the vines off Zhan Pengfei's feet and pulled Tang Weiwei out of the trap with him.

Bai Ying was so angry she gritted her teeth...

She had been preparing for this ambush for many days. After determining Ye Feng's route, she set up many traps in advance.

She had planned to have Dato and the others drive Ye Feng and his group into this trap, but unexpectedly... Ye Feng was as cunning as ever, and he saw through her plan so quickly.

"Ye Feng! You think you can avoid death just because you dodged the trap?! You lot! Go down and repent to Hao Jun today!"

As she spoke, she nocked her bow and arrows again...

At that moment, the indigenous troops led by Dato caught up from behind.

In an instant, Ye Feng and his companions found themselves surrounded by enemies, with no way out.

The word "despair" rarely comes to Ye Feng's mind, but his current situation is probably best described by this word.

"What should we do, Brother Feng? There are 15 on the east side."

"13 in the north."

"11 in the south."

"There are also 11 on the west side."

Everyone held their backpacks to their chests and reported the number of people they saw.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Another volley of arrows rained down, but this time from all directions and angles...

Ye Feng tried to retaliate, but there were simply too many of them.

Even with an ordinary wooden bow, the pressure from dozens of wooden arrows is immense.

Ye Feng didn't know why these natives were helping Bai Ying. All he knew was that if they didn't find a way to break out, his entire group would definitely perish here.

"Monk! David! We're counting on you two this time!"

Tang Weiwei seized the opportunity to shoot an arrow, replying directly:

"I wasn't of much help in the last battle, so it's only right that I come this time. Just tell me what you want me to do?"

"Da Xiong!" Ye Feng turned to look at Fu Changxiong. "How much wood is left in the Xianghezi Tree?"

"I already counted, there are still four cigarettes left that can still be lit. The others are almost burned out, I don't know if they can still be lit..."

Ye Feng nodded helplessly; he couldn't worry about that now.

With so many people on the other side, forcing our way in would definitely result in casualties.

"Alright! Light the rest of the stuff! Everyone else, put on your gas masks."

"The monks will lead the way with David, and the rest of us will provide cover!"

"good!"

After everyone agreed, they immediately put on their masks and expanded the circle formation, allowing Fu Changxiong to light the fire in the center.

They have always had the habit of collecting tinder in order to prevent being unable to start a fire during heavy rain.

After taking out a few pieces of foam and flocculent dried material, I lit it with a lighter, and the flame immediately ignited.

However, it would take some time for the trunk of the Xianghezi tree to completely burn, so Ye Feng and the others could only defend themselves while fighting back.

The opposing side was clearly well-prepared; wave after wave of arrows rained down...

After several rounds, their backpacks were riddled with holes and almost entirely filled with wooden arrows.

The two little monkeys clung to Ye Feng's clothes in fear, no longer daring to bark loudly.

"Is Nobita ready yet!?"

"Alright!" Fu Changxiong immediately grabbed a handful of wood with both hands, and black smoke instantly billowed from the center of the circle.

After distributing the food to everyone, Ye Feng decided to have Fu Changxiong and Zhan Pengfei lead the way, Tang Weiwei and Zhan Pengwu charge forward, and the others provide cover.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the formation was opened, Bai Ying's shout came from not far away again.

This time, however, he was shouting at Dato and the others in the distance...

"Everyone, spread out! This smoke is poisonous! Hold your breath!"

Follow them! Even wood eventually burns out!

Bai Ying had watched the show, so she naturally knew that Ye Feng was hiding something like this.

After his shout, Ye Feng's plan to use poison gas became much more difficult to execute.

Dato immediately signaled his men to retreat.

The crowd that had been completely blocked suddenly made way for them.

"You damn bitch!"

Ye Feng cursed under his breath, but he had no other choice but to run away as quickly as possible.

"Execute the plan! Run!"

The nine men immediately grabbed torches and began to flee down that road.

But the local people had no intention of giving up, and maintained a distance from them that was sometimes close and sometimes distant.

From the sky, Ye Feng and his group were walking in the middle, while the natives were following him on the left and right sides.

Ye Feng wanted to use his speed to shake off these people, but they were natives.

The jungle was their home ground, and with Ye Feng and his companions carrying heavy backpacks and constantly having to fend off arrows from all directions, how could they possibly run fast?

The stalemate continued for about ten minutes until the black smoke from the torches had thinned considerably...

Seeing that the fire was about to go out, Ye Feng had no choice but to order everyone to throw it at the crowd on the other side.

But how could the well-prepared indigenous people easily inhale the toxic fumes?

After the toxic fumes dissipated, the indigenous people once again resorted to the tactic of slowly boiling a frog in water.

With a team of 64 people, their manpower was so strong that they had prepared enough arrows in advance.