"This is simple," Sun Hang chuckled, "I have a way to ensure we're definitely not the unlucky ones."
"You have a way?" Ya Qiaoxi looked at him, eyes full of doubt.
"Killing," Sun Hang smirked, "Isn't it said that the death sandstorm only chases the group with the highest total vitality? If we become the target, we can kill the Hunters in the same team. If one isn't enough, kill two, if two aren't enough, kill three... if necessary, killing them all is not a problem."
"You're not joking, right?" Ya Qiaoxi glanced nervously at the many hunters not far away, "If the others hear this, as soon as we leave the Yumen area, we will be besieged by everyone."
"Of course, it's a joke," Sun Hang shrugged, "There's actually no need to kill anyone."
