Twenty of Blood Fang's slave warriors had been carefully walking in the dense jungle in a line, like the most ferocious and cunning hyenas. In the meanwhile, they were observing the surrounding areas down to the slightest spot, trying to find a trace of Ji Hao.
The endless downpour of rain had brought tremendous troubles for their hunting, but they all believed that they could find Ji Hao. Di Luo had promised them that the team which would be able to catch Ji Hao alive would, as a reward, be freed from slavery and become decent Blood Fang warriors.
In order to get rid of their status as slaves and earn themselves a bright future, all of the Blood Fang's slave warriors had steeled their nerves and swore that they would capture Ji Hao alive. The last thing they would allow to happen here was to let that little bastard, Ji Hao, who had brought a badly wounded little girl with him, successfully get away.