Looking at such a scene, Hexia couldn't help but shake her head slightly, thinking to herself that the civilization on this planet has regressed too much. There's no organization capable of large-scale military training left on this land.

In the center of the camp, the enemy leader was emanating white steam all over, his body gradually growing taller and bigger, nearly reaching the size of a giant standing over five meters tall. With just kicks and grabs, he took away many of the combatants, causing numerous casualties.

This should be the combat power of Sequence 4 at a high level, Tilan estimated the opponent's strength in her heart, roughly ranking about 800 among freshmen in their first year at Edith Academy.

The body is strong enough, but the attack methods are extremely simple and lacking, also missing agility and defense capabilities. If someone is swift and nimble, the massive body is actually a weakness once approached closely.

As she was thinking this, several dark shadows swiftly crossed the woods beside the hillside, continuously sneaking up on this massive figure from shadows that no one noticed.

Dark grayish black shadows, fleetingly passed through the collapsed tent camp, then suddenly leapt up, sharp Sword Stabs straight into the back of the opponent's neck, severing the spine connecting the body. Two Sword Edges swept across, tiny blossoms of blood floated up. Afterward, the shadow jumping onto the shoulders of the giant leapt up, dodging the thick fingers in defense, and even flexibly used the Sword Edge to strike the fingers for leverage in mid-air.

After landing on the ground, the 'giant' in the center of the field attacked wildly with blood-red eyes, but now he was already unsteady on his feet, falling onto the wooden stand on one side, likely because the nerves connecting his legs were partially damaged.

Then came a series of gunfire, hitting the 'giant's head, causing him to scream and roar, yet weak and painful.

Not long after, his inflated body gradually returned to its original state, and those Fur-coated Warriors around him were also reduced to a few.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, the rest began to flee, while the man originally serving as the leader was left behind.

After a chase, the leader of the Grey Feather Species ordered his men to halt, because the sky had completely darkened by then, and the mountain wilderness at night was pitch black, very dangerous.

"Let's go back."

That night, the camp in the valley was thoroughly cleaned, the dead savages piled in a pit, burned with firewood, and the wooden tents originally built, after modification, became the accommodation for everyone for the night.

As for the leader, he was now bound with iron chains in a large tent in the center, undergoing interrogation.

Unfortunately, the language spoken by this enemy leader was not the common language, but rather a local, self-formed and mutated language, without even definite writing, making communication difficult, unable to obtain critical information from him like where these guns came from, how they controlled the savages, or why they appeared here, etc.

After a round of ineffective interrogations, the Grey Feather Species had to temporarily give up.

In the deep night, the people in the camp were already resting, only a few sat by the fire as night watch. Winter nights were particularly cold, and if not essential, few would want to spend the night outside.

There was no moon in the sky, and the wilderness was completely dark.

In unnoticed corners, some tiny creatures fluttered through the air, landing on the tent tops, then along the scent landed on the pile of corpses beside the camp, slowly burrowing into them.

The next day, the leader gathered everyone, leaving a small number to stand guard, while the rest split into several teams to scout, ensuring no savage activities in the surroundings.

Hexia also followed the most crucial backbone unit as they left.

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On the fourth day, the leader of the Grey Feather Species confirmed that no remaining savage tribes were around, preparing to gather everyone and return to the Mountain Castle. On the way back, some panicked soldiers rode towards them.

"What happened?" Seeing the frantic expressions on several people, the leader of the Grey Feather Species frowned.

"The camp, something happened at the camp." Two people opened their mouths with lingering fear.

"Many insects, strange insects, many people died." They were breathless and speaking, with their eyes still filled with undispersed fear.

"Insects?" The leader seemed to recall something.

"What kind of insects?"

"White ones, flying everywhere, poisonous, gnawing on flesh." The two pieced together descriptive words.

Upon hearing this, the leader's face was grave, unexpectedly silent for a long time, seeming indecisive.

"Stand still, don't move." After speaking, he beckoned.

"Someone, surround these two, aim with guns, fire at the slightest movement."

"Yes." Although puzzled, the soldiers around still executed the orders, and this action left the two reporting in chaos.

This leader temporarily halted the team, then whispered a few words with several high-ranking Grey Feather Species accompanying him, after which they gravely dispersed, maintaining a certain distance.

"First go chop wood around and start a fire." The leader ordered, shortly after, two piles of Flame rose on the clearing.

"You, take off all your clothes and throw them into the fire."

The two reporting realized something at this point, hurriedly stripped their clothes, threw them into the Flame, and sure enough, soon, some grain-sized insects flew out of the Flame, trying to escape. But at this moment, the Transcendent Grey Feather Species, long on alert and ready, waved their hands, scattering strange incense powder, then the Flame erupted, burning these insects to ash.

"Also, you two bathe in the potion in the basin." The leader ordered again, letting the two wash their bodies with freshly brewed potion. The potion smelled somewhat pungent, dipping hands in would even cause a stinging sensation, clearly a highly corrosive liquid.