"Boss, is he... calling us?"
Seeing the golden Barbarian in the distance turn his head and summon them once more, the group was momentarily stunned. Limu instinctively looked at Chen Tang, seemingly eager: "Should we... go over?"
The golden Barbarian was indeed summoning them; Chen Tang was sure of this.
Because when the Barbarian turned his head to look, his gaze swept over Chen Tang and his friends, one by one.
But, should they really go over?
This was a terrifying entity of the Twelfth Stage, and importantly, Chen Tang and his friends were different from Shan Jin and others.
Shan Jin and those five hundred warriors were Barbarians, of the same tribe as the golden Barbarian, but Chen Tang and his friends were not tribal people. What if the other party suddenly turns hostile? If they really go over, wouldn't the entire group be wiped out?
"Go, why not? It's a ready-made opportunity. If you don't take it, it's wasted..."
