It was getting late, so the team found a suitable place to camp.
One Ferum Bull was obviously not adequate for 600 people. Therefore, a few middle-aged disciples went out to hunt in groups, catching some spirit demons and roasting them.
More than a dozen people in a group were scattered in the ancient forest in full swing to hunt.
"Mike, how did you survive these days?" Some disciples gathered around Mike's bonfire and shared the beef. They looked at Mike with great interest as he did not seem to have suffered much. His clothes were clean and neat; his hair was coiffed carefully. Besides, his complexion was ruddy too. He seemed to have been doing better than them.
"Did I deserve to die?" Mike laughed.
"I didn't mean that. We're just curious," answered one of the disciples.
