There were about twenty of them, each wearing different clothes, but their auras were the same-gloomy, cold, and with a hint of blood. Although they tried their best to hide it, the ruthlessness that inadvertently leaked out of their bodies could not be hidden.
At this time, they were carefully setting up camp at the foot of an unremarkable Hill. Although they had been in the land of demons for a while, these people did not dare to act rashly.
"Boss, when are we going to act?" A young man who was starting a fire looked at his Captain and could not help but ask.
"I'll wait for the right time. " The team leader who spoke was a middle-aged man. He looked even more unfeeling and had a deep scar on the left side of his face that ran from his brow to his chin. He was only a divine Lord.
