In the following two days, Ji Xinghuo and his three companions encountered several groups of Stone Scythe Demons, with the largest group numbering over a hundred, but there were no Stone Scythe Giant Demons.
By now, they had ventured over a hundred kilometers deep into Peak Valley.
They faced increasingly frequent attacks, both from monsters and, even more so, from various poisonous snakes and insects that were a constant nuisance.
Smack!
Chi Zhonglin slapped his own neck and opened his palm to reveal a vivid red stain with the corpse of a mosquito the size of a thumb.
If he had been half a second slower, his neck would have already swollen up with a big lump.
"Such poisonous mosquitoes..."
Chi Zhonglin grimaced and turned to look at his teammates.
Ren Mian and Jiangnan Caiyi had torn up a set of spare clothes to use the strips of fabric to wrap their faces and necks tightly, and they had also sprayed themselves with insect repellent.
