"Chitter, chitter, chitter..." The surrounding weasels seemed to have noticed that Martin and his group were trying to escape, and began to agitate, each emitting shrill cries that made one's skin crawl.
Puffs of yellow gas continuously spewed from their bodies.
However, Martin and his group had wet cloths covering their mouths and noses, rendering the gas ineffective against them.
"Shoo, shoo!" Troy kept swinging the long wooden stick in his hand at the front, causing the thick swarm of weasels to scatter in all directions in panic.
Seizing this opportunity, Martin and his group quickly broke out of the weasel encirclement.
Even after escaping the encirclement, the weasels continued to pursue them relentlessly, but fortunately, as they reached the densely forested mountain peak, the
