If they really encounter a monster in this condition, it's obvious that they won't be able to exert any combat power.
The woman with black hair and yellow eyes leading the group coldly glanced at him and said in an unfriendly tone:
"Hank, if you want to get more food for your son when we return, then shut your mouth. These supplies can last us for two days at most, which is far from our target this time."
The middle-aged man, chastised by her, immediately wilted.
He wanted to say something like "two days is just two days," but under the woman's gaze, he lowered his head and did not dare to argue further.
Seeing this, several companions around also restrained their impulse to persuade.
Like the man, they felt that the harvest this time was sufficient and didn't want to risk further in this damn place.
The leading woman sighed; she certainly knew the danger of searching for supplies out here.
But what choice did they have?
