The mountain wind blew, carrying a faint scent of blood through the basin.
Surrounding the basin, at least dozens of eyes were fixed on the Cyclops below; these were Contractors waiting to reap the benefits.
However, no one expected that the team fighting the Cyclops would be wiped out so quickly, not even the Spiritual Wizard who was the instigator.
The current situation was such that the main tank fled, and no one could withstand the Cyclops' attacks head-on. Everyone noticed that the Cyclops was severely injured, and no one wanted to miss this opportunity, but there were too many Contractors around.
Mr. A lay behind the slope above the basin, his eyes filled with anger and self-reproach.
"I was too careless."
Mr. A thought about the possibility of Contractors interfering, but he didn't expect they could influence the mental state of a Lord Level Creature.
