"A new day!"
After a night had passed, Carlos's Spiritual Essence began accumulating again—1297/12000. The speed was still blazing fast.
Carlos was just about to head out for sword practice when suddenly a special fluctuation came through the soul link.
"Huh? Redrose Shield Guard #6 ran into humans?"
He thought for a moment, then decided to go take a look.
In the depths of this Desolate Desert, running into human Psionics was pretty rare.
Of course, they could also be human traitors, which would make checking it out even more important.
With his subordinates' strength attributes no less than 28 points and a full twenty-four shield guards, Carlos felt confident he could crush any force in the Desolate Desert.
...
On the distant sand surface, the seven-person squad from Rock Sand City was running for their lives.
Behind them were dozens of human traitors, occasionally launching attacks.
