Bad News

Reed had suppressed a Seventh Sequence Minotaur so easily. That required at least Ninth Sequence Combat Strength, making everyone present look at Reed with a measure of apprehension.

"Does anyone else want to teach me a lesson?" Reed turned to look at the representatives of the Sea Race and the other major factions.

"Mr. Reed, this is a misunderstanding!" The Sea Race was the first to apologize, while the others immediately chimed in with awkward smiles.

"We didn't come here with any other intentions. We only hoped to form an alliance with your Human Race Camp, so that none of us would be left isolated and helpless." The Sea Race representative was a middle-aged Little Mustache. He was clearly a seasoned veteran who knew how to dodge the important points.

"You came to form an alliance with us because you want to attack the burial ground, didn't you?" Reed exposed their true purpose in a single sentence.

"Hehe... well... attacking the burial ground isn't the goal. It would only be something we did along the way after forming the alliance." The Sea Race's middle-aged Little Mustache gave a few dry laughs.

"If your goal isn't to attack the burial ground, then why form an alliance at all? The Three Peak Races have all obtained keys, and their Combat Strength is weakened. They simply don't have the time or energy to bully the other racial factions. Without forming alliances, all of you have safely survived for over four months. With only two months remaining, you can get through them safely without an alliance!" Reed exposed the other party's lie once again.

"Well... Mr. Reed truly lives up to his reputation. I heard long ago that you were a strategist for the Federal Government. You saw straight through to the heart of