The Moon God raised his hand and looked at the skin on his arm, which had returned to normal. He was puzzled.
According to Laf, the pollution of the evil breath is almost irretrievable.
But why is it that he was clearly on the verge of pollution, yet remained unharmed?
"Are you confused? Why hasn't the pollution on your body changed?" At this moment, a few people strode in from outside the door.
A stern man with short brown hair and black eyes quickly walked in.
The man had a cross scar on his forehead, wore a grayish-white long coat, a combination of a cloak and a trench coat.
"Because this is the Human Alliance. It's the survivor's place that can suppress all evil breath."
Human Alliance? Survivor's place??
The Moon God looked bewildered.
He had heard the three of them, Laf, talk about survivors and knew these were the weak and helpless pitiful mortals.
These mortals could not walk freely on Earth and could only hide deep underground like mice.
