Setting Out Again to Purify All of Gerns!

Hill could not help laughing aloud as he had just seen Xue Yunfeng follow right behind the large group and walk inside.

However, probably not wanting to be mocked, this Mage pulled the hood of his robe over his head.

"MD! Who hit me?

Huh? Old Dog, you're here too! How can you have so little presence, I didn't even see you!

I wasn't wrong, did you die in the hands of little monsters?

Pure-heal priests shouldn't die this fast!

Let Old School try it, she's definitely more enduring than you!

Ah! Le-le-le-let go of my ears! Old School, I was wrong!"

Howls of laughter came from outside Hill's window, and the air was filled with mockery toward Xue Yunfeng for not even being able to beat a priest. Of course, they also mocked Young Master for the divine retribution he brought upon himself due to his sharp mouth, but no willing person wanted to say it directly.

The female priest named Old School Striking King had already flattened the entire Alliance with her high-level Flathead, and no one wanted to suffer that kind of stinky gas attack.

Especially after being fumigated half to death oneself, only to be beaten in a group by the companions who were disastrously implicated.

Even their alliance leader Xue Yunfeng, if he dared to cause this kind of trouble, would still get beaten up.

But then again, the Flatheads, whether they were the tall Wolverines or the tiny Honey Badgers, had not chosen to end their contract with the Undead, but instead followed them to another world.

Many times, the Undead still had to desperately suppress these Flatheads' eagerness to fight; after all, the more dangerous it was, the more the Flatheads wanted to go into battle.

This scuffle ended quickly, and the Undead