At the same moment, another group of people was cautiously advancing deeper into the mist.

This was a five-person team consisting of a Paladin, two Martial Monks, and two Nuns.

All of them had reached High Tier strength!

However, even with such strength, they couldn't be described as relaxed; instead, they were utterly disheveled.

Their movements were light, but they were fleeing in a panic.

"By my Lord above, how did we end up so unlucky!"

The tall Martial Monk in the team kept grumbling in a low voice as he pushed aside a fallen tree in front of him.

"If we had listened to me and gone back right after killing that bull, we wouldn't have so much trouble now. Zar, don't you agree?"

The slightly shorter Martial Monk beside him, Zar, silently shook his head, indicating that he shouldn't speak further.

The thin Martial Monk, Zar, had two circles of black cloth wrapped around his mouth, sealing it tightly.

Silent Meditation, a form of practice for Martial Monks.

The complaining tall Martial Monk appeared somewhat chubby, but each of his movements contained immense physical power.

The practice method of Martial Monks is similar to that of Paladins, making great vows to gain the blessings from the "Heavenly Dao."

The two Martial Monks led the way, followed by two slender and petite twin Nuns.

They appeared like two blossoms blooming from the same holy flower, identical in appearance.

Uniformly, they pressed the Scripture to their chests, chanting softly while walking, continuously performing rituals to enhance their teammates' abilities.

Unlike other Punishment Nuns, they didn't directly participate in combat.

But their presence was like an invisible source of power in the team, proficient in everything from shield blessings to boosting attack speed and strength.

Their Divine Skills always allowed teammates to exert stronger abilities in battles!

The one at the back, responsible for the rear guard and holding the line, was a Paladin who looked somewhat frail.

He walked at the very back, like a silent mountain, using his broad back to shield his teammates from potential dangers from behind.

The armor he wore emitted a faint reddish glow in the mist, and he held an oddly shaped shortsword.

Perhaps, it shouldn't be called a shortsword.

It looked more like the product of a longsword, molten and re-solidified in failure during reforging...

"Fao, are you all right?"

One of the Nuns turned her head with some concern, looking at Fao gently, "Actually, in your condition, you shouldn't have participated in this 'Demon Hunt.'

Fao shook his head slightly, speaking slowly, "Don't worry, my body is fine."

The Demon Hunt can be said to be the liveliest event at the Mist Monastery every month.

Everyone harbored a desire for competition, seeking a chance to meet the Archbishop.

Logically, a team like theirs shouldn't have invited someone like Fao, who had decent strength but seemed unrested.

Yet, they eventually agreed after Fao's multiple requests.

Fao's prior performance did not disappoint them; the team worked together and, relying on still unfamiliar tacit understanding, successfully killed three High Tier demons!

This wasn't easy; each High Tier Demon, especially those in the Mist Mountain Range, had unique powers sufficient to easily destroy an ordinary adventurer team.

Previously, the highest record in Demon Hunt history was five High Tier Demons.

As long as they killed two more, they would tie with the historical best record of their predecessors.

If they were a bit lucky, they could create new history!

Unfortunately, perhaps fate had other plans, as it often caught people off-guard in their most confident moments.

Just when they were confidently seeking the next prey, an unexpected incident occurred.

They did encounter a fourth High Tier Demon, the Mist Giant Lizard, at a mapped location.

However, they arrived a step too late.

The Giant Lizard had already been outmaneuvered!

A High Tier Mist Ghost Wolf had intruded into the Lizard's territory, killing it in a mutually destructive manner!

The Giant Lizard dead, the Ghost Wolf severely injured!

This seemed like a perfect opportunity to capture them all at once, easily obtaining proof for two High Tier Demons.

With these proofs, they could make history and earn a chance to meet the Archbishop!

Yet, just as others were overjoyed, Fao sensed something was amiss.

Demons leaving their territories and fighting with others was a very unusual signal.

Fao immediately recalled a warning he had heard from others.

The forest is in unrest!

It was at that moment Fao chose not to act rashly and instead ordered his team to retreat quickly.

And shortly after they left, Fao's decision proved correct.

Because there wasn't just one High Tier Ghost Wolf there, but two!

The other, half-spiritualized, was hiding in the mist, right near them!

The cunning demon had long noticed them, with the other feigning severe injury to lure them closer!

Next, the five of them faced the most torturous battle of their lives.

The strength of those two Ghost Wolves wasn't extraordinarily powerful nor invincible, but their harassment tactics were truly terrifying.

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