Don was somewhat shocked.
How had a living person emerged from this small city, which clearly belonged to the Supernatural place?
What the hell?
Could it be an adventurer who had explored the ruins earlier?
He hadn't heard of anyone going missing.
After Mr. Duke discovered the ruins, he had spent two months sending quite a few subordinates and adventurers down to explore. They had found nothing, and there shouldn't have been any accidents either.
Could it be—
that Mr. Duke had concealed something?
That was possible, too.
"Help... Please, help me... Save me..." When the man saw Don and his companion, delight immediately appeared on his face. Calling for help, he ran toward them.
"Damn it!"
"Don't let him come over!"
Don's expression changed, and he immediately prepared to attack.
Who knew whether there was anything wrong with this person, or whether he was carrying a curse?
To be safe,
killing him was the best choice.
In a place like this,
based on his experience, it was difficult to encounter a normal person. Even when they did appear occasionally, they were usually harboring ulterior motives and trying to redirect the danger onto others.
The man ran all the way toward them,
as if some terrifying monster were chasing him from behind.
Yet he wasn't using the Ghost Domain.
He was relying solely on his legs.
That was the biggest problem!
What? You say you don't have a Ghost Domain? You aren't even Sixth Tier, so how the hell did you survive here? Didn't you hear what the lady beside me said? Her clone died for no apparent reason after entering.
In any case,
don't let risks approach. Eliminate danger at the initial stage.
That was common sense!
Water vapor billowed.
Don acted with extreme decisiveness.
He showed no mercy