However, when they looked in this direction, Ning Fan and his group could see the faces of these fellows, all of whom were wearing skull masks that shone with a cold metallic luster.
These masks were not just for decoration, but were all intricately designed, perfectly fitting over the head, protecting the most vital part of the body—the brain.
In the center of the forehead of these masks, there was also a crimson mark.
Ning Fan's pupils suddenly contracted as he murmured, "Skull Guild..."
These guys glanced over in this direction once and then left again.
Chen Fengnan and the others didn't think much of it, but Ning Fan felt it was better to remind them.
"You're right, this trip is indeed more perilous than lucky," Ning Fan said indifferently.
"Hmm?" Chen Fengnan blinked, looking at Ning Fan, not understanding why he would suddenly say that.
"Did you see their masks and the red mark on them? They are from the Skull Guild," Ning Fan explained, his expression calm.
