The battle within the Unihorn Whale Mercenary Group's camp suddenly intensified.
However, from the moment those folks misjudged the strength of Su Lun and his two companions, a tragic end was already sealed.
Su Lun also guessed why those people dared to make their move with full confidence.
It was probably because they had seen the gold-patterned cloak and recognized them as targets wanted by the King of the North Sea.
In those people's information, Mr. Jing was still at the sixth rank.
If that was the case, their three thousand-man group did indeed have the confidence to face them head on.
What they didn't consider was that intelligence from a few months ago was somewhat outdated now.
Su Lun was no longer the naive rookie who had just emerged from beneath Old Lington.
Yuta wasn't an ordinary Druid either.
And Mr. Jing was certainly not at the sixth rank.
Even more so, she wasn't just any seventh rank!
