"Where are those little devils from Cherrywood and the people from the West Union?"
At that moment, Greg Jensen scanned them with a cold gaze.
So much so that the others trembled involuntarily upon meeting his eyes, feeling an icy cold throughout their bodies.
Charles Smith forced himself to stay calm and said with a snort, "Hmph! Our people have already entered the Fairy House Cave Mansion in large numbers; I'm afraid by now, they've already found quite a few of your Dragon King's Palace subordinates!"
"So you're saying you don't know where the others are, right?"
Greg Jensen raised an eyebrow, sensing the implication behind the man's words.
He had originally thought that the people from Cherrywood and the West Union would use some special means of communication amongst themselves.
Now it seemed that after entering the Fairy House Cave Mansion, they had all lost contact and were scattered in different places.
