Ang looked at the dense forest ahead, calculating the time. The battle between the Mountain Giant and the Thick-Scaled Dragon had ended, and the lingering scents on the battlefield were gradually fading. The magical beasts that had been forced to flee would soon return to their territories. After all, every territory had been won through countless struggles and battles, and just as humans protected their homes, magical beasts possessed a strong sense of territoriality. Now that the danger had temporarily passed, returning to their original territories was the natural choice for them.
"We can't stay here long. We need to leave this area as soon as possible," Ang said gravely to his companions.
Qatar and another sturdier male senior carried their instructor Nicholas on a stretcher, their shoulders trembling beneath its weight. Several female seniors guarded both sides closely, their gazes sweeping the surroundings from time to time, their expressions highly vigilant. Ang walked at the very front of the group, scouting the path for everyone. He had to make sure there was no hidden danger ahead. They had an injured person with them and were moving slowly; if they encountered a magical beast, the consequences would be unthinkable.
After obtaining Nicholas's consent, everyone agreed to return to their previous campsite. However, they would not take the original route back. Ang considered that the magical beasts had fled in the direction of the campsite. If they returned the same way, they might run into those beasts head-on after they had turned back. Thus, Ang led everyone along a detour. It would take them longer, but it was safer.
After walking for some time, Ang occasionally looked back at the group. He noticed that the two seniors carrying their instructor were already drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, their faces slightly pale.