In front of Su Lu stood five individuals.
Three of them wore similar attire, each bearing an unusual short sword, radiating a strong sense of danger.
Besides them stood two others, one donning a mage's hood and another carrying a heavy shield.
"The Welsh brothers-Rick, Thorn, and Bod, along with the 'Shield of the Earth' Bob, the 'Spirit Magician' Tops… This is not your territory, leave promptly. Do you wish to incite another war?"
Arsen faced off against these five legendary professionals, rebuking angrily.
"There are no geographical divisions between spiritual realms, no such thing as invasion..." Tops, the elderly man, didn't have any eyebrows. His pupils were blood-red, exuding a wicked aura.
'This kind of feeling?'
Su Lu tasted a sense of discomfort at the corners of his mouth, reminiscent of the time at Posey Port where he encountered the one who could control evil spirits.
