At the foot of Stone Mountain, Jiang Xuan led everyone to the altar, praying to the Ancient Vine, hoping it would protect the people of the Vine Tribe.
Soon, the buzzing of bird-beaked mosquitoes suddenly came from above the bamboo forest.
A dozen bird-beaked mosquitoes with wingspans over half a meter long followed the scent of humans, first finding the people of the Vine Tribe, and hovered above them, guiding the Mosquito Tribe warriors behind them.
"Swoosh!"
Chi Shao picked up her bow and arrow and shot at the bird-beaked mosquito in the air. However, the bird-beaked mosquito flew quickly, constantly changing positions, and the arrow missed.
"Chief, what should we do?" Someone started to panic.
The Ancient Vine had no response, yet they had already been discovered, putting them in an extremely disadvantageous position.
"I'm trying to figure out a way."
