[Is Yan Luo distributing his blood?]
[Doesn't that mean all Hunter from Crimson No.2 can be like us?]
[Should we stop them...]
[How to stop them? Is the surface your territory? Think before you speak!]
[Want a fight, do you?]
In a chatroom not visible on the surface, several figures with blurred identities were rapidly exchanging information.
Their thoughts were accelerated in the network, so half an hour in the chatroom only equaled ten minutes outside, allowing lengthy discussions to save a significant amount of time.
The Abyssal Believers' high-level leaders in the chatroom knew the identities of the people they were talking to, but to hide personal information, they only used code names to address each other.
Number Seven: [Are we just going to watch Yan Luo's power grow? Don't forget, we are thorns in his side. The stronger he gets, the higher our chances of dying!]
