The two alien racesmen with their ears pricked up heard the commotion not far from the merchant.
The taller racehorse-man on the left, Barry, pricked up his ears and looked curiously toward the erected tent.
Only after seeing Su Mo enter the tent did he finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Thankfully, the game protects us. Otherwise, this human, Su Mo, would definitely have attacked!"
"Exactly. The way he looked at us just now was like he was looking at prey." The racehorse-man on the right, Basha, hurriedly nodded in agreement.
Although Su Mo had concealed it very well just now, that flash of killing intent could not have been fake.
Especially when he had just seen the two of them, that look had been terrifying. No wonder even the Five Great Royal Clans did not dare provoke this menace!
"But this merchant doesn't sell water, and they don't refresh either. Could it be that they want us to wait for them to refresh?"
"I don't know, but without water here, it'll be difficult for us to reach the next merchant." Barry shook his head and stuck out his long tongue to moisten his lips.
In the course of evolution, humanoid alien races were bound to give up certain things.
What the Jade Horse Race had given up was the traditional Centaur Race's greatest strength—their endurance.
They had used all the time they once spent training endurance to train in combat, and used intelligence no inferior to humans to study magic.
In ordinary combat, as long as the Jade Horse Race members cast Jade Armor Manifestation, their combat power could instantly surge severalfold.
But when it came to fighting while traveling long distances, they were somewhat lacking.
Yesterday's journey of two hundred li alone had nearly exhausted most of