King Mandrill's expression was solemn. He had not expected the human race to suddenly expand.
In his impression, the Phantom Horn race and the Thousand Hands race were his opponents. But now, the human race clearly wanted to interfere.
"King Mandrill, I'm aware of it."
Kui Xing nodded.
With the help of the Dark Wall, the humans had expanded to more than 180 miles.
Nevertheless, due to the fog, despite dispatching a contingent of the Mandrill race for reconnaissance, the humans had never emerged from the fog.
One could clearly see how cautious the humans were.
"The humans are cautious. With the Dark Wall as the foundation and the fog as support, they are expanding towards No Man's Land. But recently, I realized that their expansion speed has slowed down."
"Moreover, the humans don't dare to come out of the fog, which means that their strength shouldn't be enough to resist us."
