"Of course!"
The scar-faced man smiled confidently.
The buzz-cut immediately smiled as well, and then he turned his gaze back to the swamp below.
The red fog was spreading.
And it was spreading quite quickly.
Especially after the young man finished off those few mages, the red fog began to spread crazily in this direction.
As the red fog arrived, those who were watching from afar all retreated. They did not dare to get close, afraid that the young man would chase after them.
As for that young man...
He was holding a scythe and standing straight in the middle of the red fog. He had a smile on his face, but no one knew what he was smiling about.
"Are we going down now?"
The buzz-cut smiled.
"There's no rush. Let's wait and see. In any case, today's result is already decided," the scar-faced man said.
"Heh."
