After this clash, the hunting parties of the Three Great Families had finally faced reality and stopped launching frontal assaults on the sinkhole... Strangely enough, as soon as they gave up attacking, the mycelial puppets retreated to the bottom of the pit with their few remaining prey and never emerged again.
Including the hunters who had been "ambushed" at the beginning, the Three Great Families' hunting parties had lost a total of twenty-three people. But to Chen Jing, those twenty-three people were not as important as Jin Hongyi alone.
After tallying the losses and getting everyone settled again, Chen Jing hurried over at once.
This time, he changed the order in which he greeted them, placing Sun Hang first. Back at the camp, the words of those retired veterans had made Chen Jing realize that the young hunter who had saved his life was very likely an expert no weaker than Candle Dragon.
Chen Jing was no slouch at reading people. Thinking back over what had happened, he suddenly realized that in this small Tianshu Tower team, Sun Hang seemed to be the leader, while Candle Dragon was more like a deputy.
As for the little girl who hardly ever spoke, perhaps she was an intern who had only recently started working—but Chen Jing's instincts told him that even if she was an intern, she was not someone to underestimate.
His years of dealing with infected individuals and Anomalies had given Chen Jing an exceptionally sharp instinct. He dared say that the little girl was definitely no weakling. Though she could not compare with the other two Tianshu Tower hunters, she was certainly far stronger than the rabble in his own hunting party.
"May I ask, how is Old Jin doing now?" After the pleasantries, Chen Jing immediately asked about