No one could have imagined that they had lost the confidence to find Shambala, and they only thought about leaving and then reporting to the top, asking for support, and even directly sending troops to take over.

Xiao Ling looked towards the cliff below the cave, about fifty or sixty meters high from the ground below, he knew that Sun Tao and the others must have mountaineering ropes in their backpacks, and with their skills and physical strength, it would not be difficult to go up and down the ropes.

Originally, Zhou Kesheng decided to return and escape from this dangerous cave, but at this moment, seeing that this suspected Shambala was in front of him, Zhou Kesheng immediately changed his mind and beckoned to Sun Tao.

Several members of the team followed the rope first, and soon descended to the bottom of the cliff.

After making sure that it was safe below, everyone went down the rope one after another, and more than thirty people went down to the bottom of the cliff, this huge space seemed very dark, surrounded by huge rocks and shrubs, and everyone began to cautiously approach the beehive-like building in the distance.

Xiao Ling opened the "ear sense" and heard the distant voices all gathered together, where the firelight was gathered and the torches were one by one.

"All these cavemen are gathered there, like what kind of sacrificial ritual is being held?" Xiao Ling frowned slightly.

More than thirty people, with the help of the cover of huge rocks and shrubs, quietly approached, if what Zhou Kesheng said before was true, these cavemen were the guardians of Shambala, then it was possible to find the real Shambala's cave if they were found.

Soon the crowd approached the troglodyte's town, whose buildings were strange, made of earth and rock, forming caves that were densely packed together.

This is a very rare type of honeycomb building.

Under the leadership of Xiao Ling, he approached the place where a large number of torches had gathered in the distance.

In the center of the troglodyte's town square, almost all the trowells gathered here, and a large number of torches lit up the center of the square.

Xiao Ling led everyone and approached quietly, now they don't know whether these cavemen are friends or enemies, everyone didn't dare to rush out, but stopped far away, hiding in a dark corner, Xiao Ling opened his "eyes" and observed carefully.

At this look, his heart sank slightly.

There were a large number of people gathered around the square, at least thousands, all dressed in primitive clothes, with their hair disheveled, their faces painted with colorful paints, their lower bodies surrounded by animal skins, their torches in one hand, and their clubs and other weapons in the other, and they were tall and the muscles of their exposed bodies were swollen, like some primitive and backward indigenous tribes.

Thousands of cavemen gathered in the square, and in the center of the square stood stone pillars, each with a person tied to it.

Most of these people who were hung on the stone pillars were wearing camouflage uniforms or tight clothes, which looked like the decoration of modern people, and they all had some wounds on their faces and bodies, showing frightened expressions, and they struggled desperately.

Xiao Ling also saw the sign of white waves on two of the tied people, indicating that they were mercenaries of the "Whitewater Company".

There were piles of firewood piled up under their feet, and Xiao Ling understood when he saw this.

Tied to the stone pillars are the same survivors who entered the Shambhala Cave, including mercenaries from the "Whitewater" company, as well as explorers and scientific expeditions from other countries.

At this moment, they were all caught by these cavemen, tied to this stone pillar, and piled with firewood underneath, in order to burn them all to complete some kind of sacrifice.

In front of this stone pillar, there is a stone sculpture, and a caveman with blood-red feathers on his head is dancing a strange dance in front of this stone sculpture, and from time to time leading thousands of cavemen around him to bow down to this stone statue.

Xiao Ling saw that the blood-red feathers on his head were the feathers of the ancient murderous Red Eagle, and they held a sacrifice to burn these outsiders to death, and the object of their sacrifice was obviously the stone carving.

This stone sculpture is a strange monster, relatively short, with huge pointed ears and nose, the surface of the statue is painted dark green, in Xiao Ling's eyes, this stone sculpture looks like some goblins in the game.

Seeing these cavemen preparing to burn those foreign explorers who were tied to the stone pillars to sacrifice the stone monsters, everyone looked at them from a distance, and their scalps were a little numb.

Sun Tao asked Zhou Kesheng's opinion in a low voice.

These cavemen seem to be very unfriendly, if they are discovered, the two sides are afraid that there will be a conflict, and the consequences are unpredictable, especially even the mercenaries of the "Whitewater Company" were captured alive by them, which surprised Sun Tao.

It seems that these cavemen are not just a group of ordinary natives, otherwise it would be impossible to catch so many explorers, and those who can enter here are basically armed with weapons, and they are by no means ordinary people.

And now they suffered heavy casualties along the way, only more than 30 people remained, a large amount of material was lost in the escape, and the remaining ammunition was insufficient, which made Sun Tao worried, although he had a gun in his hand, he felt that he was not confident, he wanted to leave quietly and retreat, not to provoke these cavemen.

Zhou Kesheng listened to Sun Tao's opinion, his brows furrowed slightly, he was hesitating.

Sun Tao's statement is very reasonable, it is not easy for these cavemen to catch the top mercenaries and those explorers of the "Whitewater Company".

Just seeing that Shambala was about to retreat in front of him, Zhou Kesheng was a little unwilling.

Zhou Kesheng raised his head and looked at Xiao Ling, he wanted to hear Xiao Ling's opinion.

Unconsciously, Xiao Ling faintly became the core of everyone.

Xiao Ling had a strange look on his face.

Just now, he heard the familiar sound of vibrating wings again.

This was the sound of the red eagle as it flew, and the three red eagles, who had thought they had been thrown off, chased after them again.

In the records of the ancient books of the pre-Qin Dynasty, it is said that there is the blood of the Vermilion Bird flowing in the body, and it is the descendant of the Vermilion Bird.

Just now, Xiao Ling combined Xiyang and "intercepting the stream", and barely killed one, and now three more have appeared, and they have chased all the way.

Xiao Ling turned around, opened his "Eyesight", and saw the gloomy distance from afar, faintly flashing with three red lights, he knew that they were three red eagles, coming towards them at an extremely fast speed.

"Maybe there's a good show to watch." Xiao Ling thought silently, although the red eagle was chasing the three of them, but now he broke into the lair where the cavemen lived, and there were thousands of cavemen gathered not far in front of them, and a sacrifice was being held.