Closing In

"What exactly were Dao Lan and the others trying to do?"

In the distance, the other forces hiding in the shadows watched the commotion in the southeast with cold eyes. They were shaken by the enormous flying palace, but at the same time, their hearts were filled with curiosity.

Most of those hiding in the shadows were scattered forces from the cities that had refused Fording's summons. Many of them were lone wolves, and most were fairly self-willed, even dangerous. The ones who attacked newcomers were mostly such lone-wolf forces.

At this moment, when they saw those bastards who relied on their numbers to occupy vast amounts of resources being ravaged by that monster, they felt not only shock and fear, but also a measure of satisfaction.

You bastards are getting what you deserve! Who told you to court death?

"George, what do you think?" In the darkness, an obese, foul-looking brute covered in blood bubbles sat on a raised platform and smiled as he watched the commotion in the distance.

His face was full of schadenfreude, as if he wished those people would all die.

Beside him, an extremely gaunt young man remained silent. He carried a large bow on his back. Looking closely, one would realize that he was Ghost Blood George, the same man who had attacked Lei Xue's group last time!

"There are rumors... that the palace contains a way to leave this place..." George spoke in a low voice after a long while.

"Oh?" The Blood Bubble Brute sneered when he heard this. "You believe that too?"

"I didn't before..." George gazed faintly into the distance. "But now I somewhat do. If not for that, why would those people risk their lives to provoke such a monster?"

The Blood Bubble Brute froze. Then his swollen