The world has mutated, with all sorts of possibilities. You never know when someone might stumble upon a lucky accident and suddenly rise to prominence.
Every day people fall, and every day people rise, so although Xiao Mu is surprised by the appearance of the Red Nether Association, he is not deeply shocked.
"No need."
Xiao Mu waved his hand, refusing outright.
The strength of the Red Nether Association seemed not to be weak, but he had no intention of joining.
Turning to Wang Tong and Zhao Yan, he said, "Let's go."
Xiao Mu did not like to clash with people rashly. Since the ruins have already been occupied by others, he intended to leave with his people.
"What a pity!"
Wang Tong shook his head slightly, feeling regretful.
To provoke conflict with a guild over a single black-purple Blood Demon was unwise and unnecessary.
So even though he felt regret, he didn't express any opposition and followed Xiao Mu in leaving.
