"With Gerrit Harris in the Black Pine League, it's not so easy to fall. Moreover, a strong figure in a major alliance is definitely not so easily conquered." The Dragon King Ring in Julius Reed's hand glowed brighter, and the sword blade trembled more violently.
"You don't need to worry about that, Commander." The woman put away her smile, and a murderous intent gradually appeared on her cold face.
Her eyes were filled with arrogance, domineering.
She was a warrior under the Emperor's command, disdainful of recruiting others.
But there was a command from above; she could only comply.
The opportunity had been given.
If not cherished, it couldn't be blamed on Dorian Cook for being ruthless.
"So, have you decided?" She raised her weapon, and a dozen figures split behind her again.
"West Tower, do you need my help?" Brant Fairbanks felt a little uncertain; in truth, he also wanted to leave.
