With a turn, Gu Xi returned to the position he had come from.
Gu Xi hadn't jumped off the Holy Silver Evil Coffin yet, when Kro, who had followed along, shouted out.
"Damn it, there's actually a Cyclops appearing in this place. What is the Calida Alliance doing, letting anything in."
"Do you know what's going on here?"
Gu Xi glanced at Kro, who was jumping around.
"How would I not know? I'm an archaeologist and paleontologist, okay? These are relics from the Giant Tribe of the Ancient Hundred Races. Back then, the most famous were the Hundred-armed Giants.
A Cyclops is basically an underdeveloped existence.
But now, after so many years, it's these underdeveloped beings that have survived, while the grand Hundred-armed Giants have turned into fossils."
Kro jumped in front of the Cyclops's corpse, examining it up and down, "These aren't the tribes that escaped from ancient times, these are ones that have been tamed by someone.
