The chubby orange cat glanced at the war tree man whose roots had been chopped halfway, its face turning even darker: "Look at this, your reckless attack didn't have much effect at all."

Sea Flip swung a large cleaver, chopping the approaching vines to pieces once more, helplessly watching the lively war tree man: "This thing is ridiculous. Do we have to chop the whole thing into wood chips?"

The chubby orange cat shook its head: "Who knows, besides it's not that easy to chop them into wood chips either."

"Wangzai Little Buns and the Iron Black Pot are also tangled up over there, and things aren't looking too optimistic."

Just as he finished speaking, Wangzai Little Buns and the Iron Black Pot launched a fierce attack.

Wangzai Little Buns found a gap, approached a war tree man, and then wildly swung her two curved blades, instantly slicing through dozens of branches.

The Iron Black Pot followed closely, thrusting out a spear covered in death energy.

The surge of death energy combined with the spear directly pierced a hole in the war tree man big enough for an adult to pass through.

Behind this war tree man, there happened to be a gap, and the other war tree men hadn't yet blocked its rear position completely.

Seeing this, the Iron Black Pot's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Go, through the gap."

Wangzai Little Buns reacted quickly, her speed much faster than the Iron Black Pot's, and she instantly passed through the large hole.

The Iron Black Pot intended to follow through quickly, but halfway through, a mass of vines spread out, blocking his path directly.

He waved his spear, thrusting fiercely, directly shattering those vines.

However, by that time, several war tree men had already covered behind the war tree man, completely cutting off the Iron Black Pot's chance to pass through.

The Iron Black Pot couldn't help but curse: "Damn."

Then he swung his spear, shattering the incoming vines around him, and asked Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching in the distance: "Mr. Qian, has there been any change in the mage's location?"

Only Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching possesses the Mage Class here and can sense the mage secretly attacking them with magic.

Now that Wangzai Little Buns had charged out alone, separating from them, she must have headed for the mage's location, so he needed to confirm again.

Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching immediately shook his head: "No change at all, according to the magic waves sensing, he's still in the same place."

Hearing Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching's answer, the Iron Black Pot sighed with relief, but also felt a bit strange: "Could that mage possibly be disabled?"

"Wangzai Little Buns broke through the encirclement of these magical trees, the mage should know about it, right? Otherwise, there's no way to explain him attacking us remotely..."

"Since he knows, why not move? Either he's disabled, or... damn, could it be that guy's doing it on purpose? Is there an ambush on the road? Setting a 'waiting for a rabbit' trap?"

Thinking of this, the Iron Black Pot suddenly felt a bit uneasy.

This boils down to the information gap. If he had just rushed out with Wangzai Little Buns, without a chance to confirm the position with Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching a second time, he would definitely think the mage would move.

Then he'd just focus on quickly finding the position Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching mentioned earlier, and then locate the mage's tracks from there.

After all, even if a mage changes position, their speed is definitely nothing compared to their flight.

However, because he hadn't successfully accompanied Wangzai Little Buns in charging out, he got the chance to confirm again with Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching.

Upon confirmation, they found that the mage hadn't changed positions...

Recalling the scene of Wangzai Little Buns breaking through just now, he instantly realized something was off.

It's a pity, Wangzai Little Buns exists in the information gap, likely sharing his previous thoughts and wouldn't suspect this was a conspiracy.

The Iron Black Pot couldn't help but glance at Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching, feeling a bit regretful. If only Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching also had a flying race, maybe things wouldn't be so hard now.

But then he reconsidered, realizing this idea was not right; the mage behind the scenes isn't a fool. If Grandpa Qian of Bone-Touching were also an undead creature capable of flight, they would certainly devise a different scheme.

"Brothers, looks like we've encountered a cunning old scoundrel. Before we can break through, we can only hope that Little Buns can make a decisive counterattack." The Iron Black Pot said with a frown.

The players present weren't fools, and they all reacted at this moment too.

They all linked the situation to this scenario.

After all, the fact that the mage's position hadn't changed seemed off no matter how they looked at it.

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