The resounding victory in their last battle had inflated the confidence of Shrek Seven Devils, those little monsters, to an unprecedented height.
The crushing thrill brought by precise tactical coordination gave each of them a whole new understanding of the team's strength. It also inspired an almost blind worship of that strategically brilliant young man.
Everyone felt that as long as Han Yuchen, that unfathomable "tactical master," was around, there was no boss they could not topple and no obstacle they could not overcome.
The atmosphere was fervent.
Their fighting spirit was soaring.
They were even getting a little carried away.
Han Yuchen held Little White Fox as he continued to walk at the front, with no expression visible on his face.
Yet his radar-sharp Spiritual Power caught a discordant trace of noise.
It was the faint, chilly aura carried on the wind from the depths of the forest.
That familiar nauseating stench had returned.
Solonsen.
Tch.
That persistent fly.
Was it a trap or a coincidence?
Who cares? There was no reason not to open a package that had been delivered right to his door.
This was also a perfect chance to let these little seedlings, who had gotten full of themselves after winning one battle, see what true jungle law was.
A mischievous glint flashed through Han Yuchen's mind.
He did not announce it, nor did he reveal the slightest sign that anything was amiss.
As he led the way, he merely shifted the team's direction by a few tiny angles, so subtly that no one noticed, "just so happening" to guide them toward the source of that chilly aura.
Closer to the source of that chilly aura.
Just as the team ventured deeper into the forest and the surrounding light dimmed beneath the dense canopy, Oscar, walking