The vague feeling from before immediately became explicit.
The rotten swamp!
Who are the pursuers? Enemies, powerful enemies!
What did this mean? Corpses, a large number of corpses!
However, that wasn't enough.
The pursuers of the Knight Sect must be extraordinary. It would be difficult to estimate how many casualties Twilight City would suffer if they were to fight against them.
It wasn't worth it.
Richard's gaze deepened.
The rotten swamp currently uses a borrowed knife to kill and a borrowed chicken to lay eggs.
There was no need for him to fight the other party head-on.
Why couldn't they let other forces resist the Knight Sect?
Were those planes connected to the Naga Plane?
No. Maybe not. There must be a force that could go against the Knight Sect.
At this point, the Dwarf God statue appeared in his hand.
Promotion immersed him.
