In the midst of shrill screams, Luo Xi's expression was indifferent, neither joyous nor sad.
These elves looked as if they had seen a devil, their faces filled with fear as they picked up their own severed arms and scurried toward the depths of the alley.
"Help!"
"Damn, where are the guards!"
A mocking smile appeared on Luo Xi's lips.
Humans or elves, when it comes to persecuting their own kind, both are quite adept.
The real world is no different.
During the decline of feudal dynasties, the lives of commoners might not be much better than those of Mutant Patients in this world.
Some people exhaust their whole strength just to stay alive.
Yet, others relentlessly persecute those very people.
From the information revealed by the tombstones in that deeply buried fortress, it's possible that this world wasn't always like it is now, but Luo Xi could tell that era was beyond returning to.
Sometimes the damage is too great to be undone.
