The group advanced warily.
They were all seasoned fighters, so naturally, none of them took this lightly.
"Who's there?!"
The most tightly wound member of the group suddenly spotted the figure and instinctively shouted, his hand already pressed against the Storage Box at his waist.
Smack!
Feng Donghan slapped the back of his head in annoyance and cursed under his breath, "Look at you! It's just a native of the Eighth Domain. What are you making such a fuss for? A native from a backward place like this would be Origin Sequence trash at best. You could crush a whole nest of them with one finger. Do you really need to be that scared?"
Someone beside him added, "You're a captain yourself. Don't you know shouting outside the Safe Zone could draw the Gods' attention? We're in no shape to fight a whole pack of Gods right now. Are you trying to get us killed?!"
The man ducked his head under their scolding and scratched it awkwardly. "...I'm just so badly hurt that I've been on edge this whole time. A bit jumpy, that's all."
"Quiet."
Feng Donghan, who was leading the group, narrowed his eyes and studied the motionless figure ahead.
She showed no intention of attacking, seemingly still curious and suspicious about the outsiders before her.
But Feng Donghan realized he couldn't gauge the woman's strength.
That made him frown.
The strongest people in the Eighth Domain were only origin sequence level five, a whole tier below him. How could he possibly fail to gauge her strength?
Did she have some exceptionally powerful concealment tool?
At that thought, Feng Donghan felt another surge of delight.
If even someone they happened across outside the Safe Zone carried such a rare item, wouldn't the Safe Zone itself be a mountain