At Sun Hang's words, the other hunters' expressions changed as well.
"That is... a little strange..." the Fisherman said, nodding.
"Why do I feel like the Eight-Headed Serpent deliberately drove us into these woods?" A hunter who had been leaning against a tree trunk immediately got to his feet and moved some distance away from the surrounding trees. "Hiss... I don't know why, but looking at these trees now suddenly gives me the creeps... This isn't just in my head, is it?"
"I think there are only two possibilities. One is what you said: the Eight-Headed Serpent drove us into these woods for some unknown purpose," Sun Hang analyzed. "The other is that these woods are the territory of another, even more powerful aberration—one that even the Eight-Headed Serpent can't afford to provoke."
"A more powerful aberration? Do you mean Nameless Island itself?" the Fisherman asked.
"If the Eight-Headed Serpent feared Nameless Island, it wouldn't have gone anywhere near the beach, would it?" another hunter immediately countered.
"Then there must be something wrong with these woods," the Fisherman said.
"Probably not... Didn't the other group of hunters already pass safely through the forest?" The Huntress crossed her arms over her chest and rubbed at the goosebumps rising on her arms, her voice uncertain. "This... this place should be safe, right?"
"How can you be sure that Signal Flare was fired by a 'person'?" Sun Hang said darkly.
The Huntress's face instantly went deathly pale.
Sun Hang suddenly felt that if he wrote horror novels, he might just become a bestselling author.
"Surely not... If something had happened to them, they should have fired a red signal flare immediately," another hunter said.
"We fired a red signal flare the moment the Eight-Headed Serpent attacked us, yet they didn't even give us