"What the Hell Is This?"
One of the bandits stared blankly at the sky as his face trembled.
"Am...am I seeing things?"
The other bandit rubbed his eyes until his eyes became red and swollen.
They heard someone in the sky say that Allen's strength was not good enough, and they had thought that the person was bragging. However, it seemed like the other party had told the truth.
"These people are all silver-tier warriors?"
Sven stared blankly at the sky. He was dumbfounded as he stared at the dozens of silver-tier warriors. Where did so many people come from? Were all the silver-tier warriors at the border there?
Run.
The first thought that came to his mind was to run. Sven turned his head, leaned on his cane, and limped back into the bandit gangs.
