The voice of the middle-aged falls, and the scalp of the warrior in the rear becomes numb.

They didn't expect middle-aged people to promise so quickly.

It's hard to measure people's minds.

The remaining fifteen are elites among the elites, and at the moment a few are planning to flee.

For anyone, there is a sense of fear in the face of death.

These people are naturally no exception.

Although they are black dragon walkers, they are still human.

"Go?"

Middle-aged people's eyes become sharper in an instant, and a cold light shines in their eyes, flashing away.

The task given to him by the head is to take a...