It wasn't long before the rest of the guild members noticed the strange phenomenon.
The number of monsters that were originally chasing them from behind began to decrease at some point, dwindling from hundreds to a size that visibly shrank.
In the end, only a few straggling ones remained, attracted by their severely injured members, with eyes flashing red as they pounced, getting their heads blown off by the Street Fighter's punch.
"Huh, what's going on?" The Golden Beetle looked up in confusion.
"No idea, but the shiny red is really beautiful." Fei Yueyue pulled the axe from the monster beneath her, wiping the blood off the blade.
Someone looked wary: "Could it be that other guild members have already entered the village?"
The bespectacled man next to him pushed up his glasses, the shattered, blood-stained lenses reflecting a shrewd light: "No, there must be another large source of hatred attraction moving rapidly, it's drawing the monsters that were chasing us away."
