Bats were outstanding predators, and they were one of the many dire beasts that Ai Hui did not wish to encounter in the Wilderness. Of course, there were many dire beasts that he did not want to encounter.
“Everyone, stick together.”
At this point of time, Ai Hui did not care about whether or not they were familiar with each other.
Shi Xueman and Sang Zhijun were not unreasonable individuals. Shi Xueman knew Ai Hui rather well, and Sang Zhijun was a straightforward person. If not for Ai Hui’s warning just now, they both would have died.
Both of them were on their guard as they moved slowly to Ai Hui’s side.
The terrifying claw marks on the spot where they had been standing previously made them tremble with fear. They were so close to death.
The hand with which Sang Zhijun was holding her Golden Silk Longbow was trembling involuntarily.