Thinking of how formidable the aliens were, Yu Long could not help but feel somewhat sorry for Yang Chen. Such a fine prospect—why had Daoist Qiangong insisted on assigning him to this place?
As long as Yang Chen was not a fool, he could tell from Yu Long's expression just how powerful the aliens were.
Otherwise, Yu Long would not have been so afraid.
Yet Yu Long did not know that Yang Chen felt not the slightest bit of fear. On the contrary, he was becoming more delighted.
Why?
Because his mission was to hunt aliens. He would be happy beyond measure for the chance to encounter them; that was the very purpose of this mission.
If he had come to the battlefield only to be assigned work in the rear, unable to find a single alien even after half a day, then he would truly have been worried.
Now that he had been directly assigned a job where he was most likely to encounter aliens, it suited him even better. As for danger, there had never been such a thing as a safe mission to assess True Inheritor disciples.
Of course, Yang Chen did not think the aliens would be so easy to deal with.
Just as he was about to ask, Yu Long said, "We're here!"
Hearing this, Yang Chen raised his head and saw that the two of them had arrived before an enormous tent.
The tent stood over a dozen zhang tall, imposing and majestic. Undying bonfires blazed outside, driving the temperature high.
From afar, he could already sense several auras within the tent. Sensing the arrival of Yang Chen and Yu Long, their owners emerged from the tent to greet them.
There were six people in the tent altogether, five men and one woman. The