Organized Aliens
Before long, the Mutant Beasts surrounding the shelter and the bar were either dead or sick, greatly easing the pressure on Xu Huo and the others.
Of course, the Mutant Beasts weren't completely mindless. When the companions fighting over food collapsed before they could finish eating, even instinct told the others that danger lay ahead. The Aliens temporarily stalled. Those farther back stopped blindly pressing forward and instead surrounded the woods.
Xu Huo noticed that some of the Aliens were calling back and forth. One cry would often prompt several others, and the calls spread in succession, multiplying as they radiated outward from the woods in every direction.
"Are the Aliens passing messages to each other?" Zhou Yuanzhu asked, hardly able to believe it. "Have the Aliens in this Sub-district already evolved to be this clever?"
"Not necessarily clever," Ruan Qiyan said. "It's probably instinct."
"Instinct..." Zhou Yuanzhu found the situation difficult to deal with. "Even a fairly intelligent dog can have the mind of a young child. We can't rule out the possibility that some Aliens are smart. Even if they can't think for themselves, they could still imitate humans. They must have seen other Players before, right?"
There was no way to know. But judging by the situation, it seemed that only flying away could get them out of there. Unfortunately, artifacts suited to long flights were very rare, and those that could fit in a Storage Compartment were usually single-person aircraft. No one would normally give up their water and food to fill a Storage Compartment with a large aircraft. Aside from the difficulty of carrying other people, there was also the problem of fuel. It might work for an escape, but the problem now was that there were more than twenty people in the