LUO YAN looked to the front where he felt the gaze was coming from. The ones standing in front of them were the other two teams who belonged to the same block. He's not that familiar with one of the teams, but he recognized the other. Mostly because they were one of the current top four teams in the game.
Team Mozu.
It's a team consisted of players with a game race mostly based on Asian myths that had a dark connotation to them. Like a jiangshi, an imoogi, or a rakshasa. They were like the Eastern version of team Sanguis. Except that team Mozu was a much larger and more popular team.
And the one who's looking at him quite fiercely just now was standing with them.
It was easy for Luo Yan to pin-point the source of the stinging gaze. Especially since the other was the only one looking in this direction.
