115 Drakes.

From the corner of his eyes, Ozul noticed something that others could not do. The vines and bushes that they had cut to form the path here were moving again!

Not only that, but the parts that were cut off started regenerating. Under a few moments, the path they had created was filled with the bushes, vines, and plants again.

When all the other mercenaries were still engrossed in the surrounding greenery, Ozul felt something rushing towards them.

"A rank 6 beast? No... two rank 6 beasts." Ozul focused and noticed that there were two rank 6 running in their direction.

Just as he was thinking as such, Clive suddenly shouted, "Get ready! Something is coming our way!"

It was apparent that he had also sensed something coming their way. It was just that he didn't know what.

The mercenaries braced themselves for whatever was coming their way. A few seconds later, two rank 6 beasts stood before the convoy.