"Your life really is unusually tough." Moros looked at Yin Kuang, lightly lifted his left foot, and said blandly, "Not only did you survive, you even stole my As-You-Will Staff. I truly envy you." Clearly, Moros did not know that Yin Kuang had already taken control of the Seventh Epoch Biohazard World. Even if Yin Kuang had survived, Moros could not have known without seeing it firsthand.
At that moment, three dark figures appeared behind Moros. They were members of the White Bear Squad. The fat man with the painted face snorted two streams of white vapor from his nostrils and casually tossed a bloody head at Yin Kuang's feet. He pointed at Yin Kuang provocatively, as if to say that would be Yin Kuang's fate.
Yin Kuang said, "You flatter me. But my life has always been tough. Otherwise, how could I have lived until now?" Moros smiled. "So? You can reconsider what I said before. Even now, Northern Continent University still welcomes you to join us." Yin Kuang shook his head. "I'll have to decline. I'm used to places filled with birdsong and flowers. This frozen wasteland really doesn't suit me." Moros shook his head slightly. "Ah, what a pity. Then there's no need for us to waste any more words. Go assist them. Leave him to me." The fat man with the painted face and the couple acknowledged the order, then charged toward the battle.
The person in charge of Eastern-Western University immediately shouted, "Defend!"
Clearly, the White Bear Squad members had placed immense pressure on him.
Yin Kuang spun the As-You-Will Staff in his hand and began circling around Moros. "I advise you to find some help." Moros said, "You seem very confident. But soon, I'll trample that confidence into nothing. Do you believe me?" Yin