"Let's get moving," the Huntress said, her face somewhat pale. "My ability can only hold out for another five minutes at most."
"Almost there." The Fisherman nodded. "Judging by the distance, we should be about to leave this forest."
Sun Hang pulled the Indian Hunter's wristband off and casually slipped it into his pocket—the hunters' wristbands also served as identification tags. Not only could they be used to count casualties, but if they were undamaged, they could also record bodily data from before and after a hunter's death... To Tianshu Tower, that was extremely important information.
Therefore, after a hunter died, their companions would recover their wristband as soon as possible.
However, the wristbands of those hunters who had died on the beach were probably beyond recovery for the time being.
The four of them marched on in silence. The forest was filled only with the rustling of shoes crushing dry leaves and Yano's slightly labored breathing.
Although both were support-type hunters, the Huntress had at least undergone professional combat training. Yano, on the other hand, looked like the sort who spent all year cooped up in a laboratory and rarely exercised. In terms of physical fitness alone, he might have been the weakest of this batch of hunters.
The heavy equipment had all been transferred to Sun Hang and the Fisherman, yet Yano still lagged behind at the very end of the group. Every so often, Sun Hang and the others had to slow down and wait for the increasingly distant Yano to catch up bit by bit.
"Something's wrong!" After walking for several minutes, the Fisherman suddenly spoke up. "Based on how far we've gone, we should've left the woods long ago, shouldn't we? Did we go the wrong way?"
"Are you sure we've been following the traces