The sound of cars gradually rose in the night, carried into Luo Yan's ears by the evening breeze.
Luo Yan remained unmoved.
They were definitely humans.
Humans were the least thing to worry about right now.
The team members were not nervous either. They had all seen plenty of big situations, so there was no reason to panic just because some people had shown up.
Jing Yu even made a bet with Ning Xi, saying that whoever came at a time like this definitely wouldn't be friendly.
His judgment was correct.
Who would drive recklessly through the night like that if they were decent people? At this time and place, they were either fleeing disaster or coming to rob someone.
But nothing had happened nearby, so they were unlikely to be refugees.
That meant they were robbers.
A moment later, car after car arrived near the Heavenly Fire Squad's camp.
The blinding headlights shone straight into Luo Yan and the others' faces. Then a wave of voices rang out—some people shouted, some laughed, and some whistled.
"The lights are too bright." Luo Yan frowned.
Murong Xuan gave a cheeky laugh and took out a paintbrush, drawing several sparrows in the air.
As the tip of the brush fell, Mystic Qi poured into them.
The sparrows came to life, chirping as they flew away.
They pecked out the bulbs in the cars one after another.
A chorus of startled cries immediately rang out.
"Where did these sparrows come from?"
"Get away from me!"
Gunshots and curses erupted all at once.
"Shut up!"
Someone suddenly roared. He was a bare-chested man.
He jumped onto the roof of a car and looked down at Luo Yan and the others.
"Everyone, where are you from, and where are you headed?"
Murong Xuan stood up,