The power of the Golden Desert Eagle part1

At this moment, they found themselves in the midst of a forest, with most people choosing to gather together, leaning against trees for rest. Ryan, too, sought out a secluded corner, sitting down under a tree. Quietly, he extended his magical senses to several hundred meters away, entering into meditation.

As the night deepened, the earth gradually quieted down, leaving only faint echoes in the silence. Each person in the group of a hundred gradually immersed themselves in slumber, their breathing slowing, soft snores occasionally breaking the stillness of the night, intertwining with the sounds of insects and birds, creating a serene and harmonious scene.

The leader, clad in silver armor, sat on a tree with a melancholic expression, his gaze sweeping pityingly over the densely packed crowd in the surrounding forest, sighing softly.