Although many groups had entered the Sacred Mountains, everyone here knew they were probably the only ones who were still alive.
There might still be some survivors hiding in the wilderness of the mountains, but it would not be easy to get out of the Sacred Mountains alive. To leave this place, they would either have to walk through the canyon and get hypnotized again before finally dying of exhaustion. Or feel their way out of it with their eyes closed and come face to face with those terrifying tarantulas.
Someone escaping from the tarantula horde again on their own would be practically impossible. The heavy fog in the mountains might even trap them forever inside. Otherwise, they could simply take the main road where Pyro Company troops were still stationed along. Although there weren’t many troops garrisoned there due to the encirclement plan, it was not a route that anyone could take.
When Marvin saw Vanilla and the Silkshade House members, he quickly gathered them around, and they started sharing their experiences. It was as though he had been reunited with his family members.
Marvin grumbled how tough it was that he had the misfortune to lead a team like his. There was absolutely no sense of seriousness in his team, and they still had to put on shows even though they were on the verge of death. Their team had been singing and dancing for the past few days and it did not look like they had come to the Sacred Mountains to thwart the Pyro Company’s plans at all.
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