Hearing her words, Xiong Jie let out a disdainful snort.
Only those who have experienced a dungeon know that all the theories and tutorials are just empty talk.
When you're facing an evil spirit, no matter how strong your nerves, you can't help but tremble.
The pressure that evil spirit carries will awaken the deepest fear in your heart.
He had seen a Lord before, though Xiong Jie had never actually seen what his master looked like—that figure was always shrouded in mist.
But it was precisely because he'd seen it that Xiong Jie knew: the fear inside wasn't triggered by the evil spirit's appearance.
That was the kind of fear that came from facing a high-tier evil spirit, impossible to suppress.
"Let's think a bit more about joining Feihu." Xiong Jie wasn't planning to refuse. Before entering Feihu, he'd take Jiang Che to check out the perks and benefits from other organizations.
"What about you?" Feihu looked at Jiang Che.
