Hmph.
Xiao Zhan shook his head and sneered.
It's just too naive. Who is the prey, and who is the hunter?
Continuing upward, noon arrived quickly. Xiao Zhan was about to rest when he saw an unsettling sight.
Two corpses were lying in front of them.
A man and a woman, with familiar faces. They were the people who had appeared on the platform last night.
Xiao Zhan stepped forward to examine the wounds, frowning slightly, "Killed with a single blow, quick and clean, probably by a Seventh Grade powerhouse."
Huang Duohuan approached, his expression grave, "They must have followed too closely, making someone lose their patience."
It's a common occurrence for a Seventh Grade to kill a Sixth Grade instantly.
In this environment where everyone has the same goal, Sixth Grade Spirit Masters can only win the final victory by sticking together. Otherwise, they are nothing more than a snack for others.
