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... ur later, everyone had been sorted into their respective teams. Wind Wolf was elected as the team leader, a decision Ye Tian had no objections to.

"Our mission is to clear out the beasts in this area," Wind Wolf said, holding a newly issued map and pointing to a specific region.

Ye Tian looked over; the area was about thirty kilometers away from Linhai Base.

"Captain, isn't that a bit far? We've never gone that far before," a team member frowned.

"We have no choic ...

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