In the mountain forest.
Fully armed, Luo Yuan and his thirteen companions kept a careful watch on their surroundings.
Luo Yuan asked through his Mental Power, "Xiao Ba, how strong is that team?"
"Seven at Star Level Nine, one at Star Level Two, and one at Stellar Level Three," Intelligent Xiao Ba said.
"Uh, with strength like that, what are we even afraid of?" Luo Yuan laughed at himself.
The young man had a chiseled face and skin as translucent as jade, with fine blood vessels visible beneath it. His eyes narrowed from time to time, and he seemed harmless when he smiled. At that moment, he wore a Force Battle Suit resembling leather clothing and carried a massive War Blade nearly as tall as himself on his back. A companion beside him held his hand, using a Psychic Weapon to carry him along in rapid pursuit.
"What?" He glanced down at the screen of the intelligent Optical Computer on his arm. "Eleven at Star Level Nine, plus three at Stellar Level One and Star Level Two? Damn it, what faction are they from? They're even more overbearing than I am."
"We've run into a tough one. Retreat!" He transmitted the order through his Origin Force.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The team members swiftly pulled back, heading toward the other teams.
"They've retreated!" Luo Yuan said.
"What? They're retreating already? My blood had only just started pumping, and now they're retreating." Thunder God sounded somewhat frustrated.
"Our team is very strong, after all. They probably detected how many Star Level Nine members we have and retreated," Hong analyzed calmly.
"All right, next we should go find wind horn stones." Luo Yuan looked at everyone.
"There's only one place in the World Lord World with wind horn