Zhou Leng looked helplessly at the Blood of Tyranny; he didn't want to plead for them.
After all these meetings, he had never really understood the temperament of this elder brother.
"Elf... Ha, I'm leaving." The Blood of Tyranny looked disdainful, turning around and taking a step, flying off the ground, silently surpassing the speed of sound, leaving the cave hall.
Zhou Leng watched the Blood of Tyranny disappear at the entrance of the passage.
The strength of the Blood of Tyranny had improved again, silently exceeding sound, leaving no trace with his steps, his mastery of True Qi almost reaching Martial Saint level.
"Your Highness, are you brothers with the Blood of Tyranny?" asked an elf grandmaster.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
"Yes, yes..." The four elf grandmasters lowered their heads, obediently.
"You elves, discuss it yourselves. After we leave, I'll wait for you at the Tree-man Base. By the way, you know the way out, right?"
