Lin Taichu and Tang Bao quietly approached the edge of the ravine and peered down.
The ravines crisscrossed one another, their bottoms strewn with rubble. Dozens of Bone Race soldiers stood guard at scattered points, while more than a hundred Mutated Beasts were imprisoned in the central area, bound by bone chains. Their roars were faintly muffled by the wind and sand.
Gu Cang stood amid the beasts. Pale red flesh around his body twitched slightly as dark Bone Power intertwined with violent beast energy. He lowered his head to inspect a beast bone in his hand.
Tang Bao circulated his inner strength and said quietly, "Gu Cang has twenty elite Bone Race guards around him. Every one of them has a formidable aura. Combined with his evolved strength, we are no match for them."
Lin Taichu nodded, his gaze sweeping over the five Elf Soldiers. Their figures were slender, and although their Vine Bows and Arrows gathered magic power, their auras leaned toward scouting and concealment. There were no powerful combat fluctuations around them. Clearly, they were not suited for frontal combat.
"The Elf Race excels at scouting, not fighting. We cannot expect them to hold the enemy back head-on."
"We previously asked the Stone People Race to send guards to assist us, but they have to remain at the camp to watch over the Mutated Beasts and cannot venture far. At most, they can meet us at the edge of the Gobi. They cannot enter this place."
"Bone Power traps have been set around the ravine. Once triggered, they will immediately alert Gu Cang and the guards. Our concealment is strong, but we cannot avoid both the traps and the Bone Race's detection at the same time. If we force our way closer, we will surely be surrounded."