Team Wipe-Out (2)

Pa!

"Martial Art -- Wind Direction Guidance."

One kilometer away from the camp, the man in protective clothing pressed his palms together and performed a martial art.

Under the push of layers and layers of force circuits, the local wind direction began to change...

This change was very gentle and gradual.

Therefore, it did not attract the attention of anyone in the camp.

After a while, the direction of the wind completely changed.

The man in protective clothing put down his hands. He raised his head to look in the direction of the camp, lowered his body, and slowly moved forward.

Rustle.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

The friction between his feet and the weeds was very weak. But in this silent night, it was still very ear-piercing.

The man could only walk and stop, trying his best to minimize the possibility of exposing himself...

"Roar!"

At this moment, the howl of an exotic beast came from afar.