More than twenty minutes later.
Richard, who had been waiting at the edge of the grassland for quite some time, finally saw Molly's group emerge.
They looked rather bedraggled. Their clothes were damaged to varying degrees, and patches of exposed skin bore purplish-red marks, as if they had been lashed by whips. Hulk was in the worst shape. His clothes were tattered like a beggar's, his left shoulder swollen several centimeters high, and even his neck was slightly crooked.
However, this was clearly not the worst of it.
The first thing Molly did after walking out of the grassland was swing her arm wide and give Hulk a vicious slap.
Smack!
A crisp sound rang out, and a palm print immediately appeared on Hulk's right cheek, all five fingers clearly visible.
The others showed no pity for Hulk either. On the contrary, they still felt it was not enough.
Su, Xize, and the others were relatively restrained, merely glaring at Hulk. But One-Eye, Camel, Wood, and the rest showed no such courtesy, kicking Hulk directly. Ice Block in particular kept kicking Hulk while trembling, and it was impossible to tell whether he was shivering from the cold or anger.
Hulk looked like an elementary school student on Earth who had failed to do his homework and been caught red-handed by the teacher. His face was full of guilt as he hung his head deeply, covered the cheek bearing the palm print, and silently endured every slap and kick.
Seeing this, Richard immediately guessed that Molly's group had made quite a few mistakes while crossing the grassland, and Hulk was undoubtedly the main culprit behind them.
He could easily imagine it: after Hulk repeatedly caused mistakes, Molly's group had been attacked by the Devil Magic-Devouring Vine. Despite their formidable strength, they