The students who survived the disaster reunited with their families.
On the other side, the leaders of the Sarnik Adventure Team stood together, yet no one dared to approach them.
All were either Saint King or King Level, with an overwhelming presence.
Especially Xiong Er and Werewolf Roland, with their towering figures, were like mountains of flesh, over six meters tall, muscles bulging all over, fierce and intimidating.
Such gigantic beasts were so imposing that even a distant glance made one feel immense pressure and a trembling heart.
Not to mention approaching them.
Even Shi Yanxin and others did not dare to interact with these powerful beings rashly.
It wasn't out of fear.
But rather because these people had mysterious identities, their backgrounds unclear. Although they saved the stranded students, it couldn't solely be taken as a sign of friendship over enmity.
"Weren't there supposed to be eight?" Shi Yanxin asked Wei'Er in a low voice, "Is one missing?"
