Tyrell, who had killed the black tiger, was not too far away from Mike.
The furthest distance was less than 200 meters.
If something happened on Mike's side, he could help in time.
At this time, Mike's thoughts were also in the hearts of his troops.
He wanted them to finish the battle quickly.
At this time, the blood moon was no longer hanging high in the sky.
It was beginning to fall to the west.
The white light in the distant horizon was also gradually expanding.
It seemed that day was about to arrive.
The strength of these monsters in the wild began to gradually decline, and the violent aura was no longer as strong.
After sending a thought to them, Mike also used all his strength to kill the low-level monsters in the wild.
Mike was still afraid of being ambushed just now.
After all, if he was ambushed a few more times, it would be really troublesome.
If he was not careful, he might really die.
