At Mo University Camp, on the sixth floor of the Club Activity Building, Wang Ziru watched Lin Qi and Wang Qiang come down from the rooftop, his gaze filled with anticipation.
Although the commotion just now had been several kilometers away, the blinding flash was something anyone who wasn't blind could have seen.
"There are a few who got away, but it's unlikely there will be any more trouble."
Lin Qi briefly explained the situation to Wang Ziru, but after a moment of thought, he added, "Have everyone in the camp remain on standby. We need to guard against a desperate counterattack from the enemy."
Although Lin Qi believed the danger was mostly gone, there were, after all, still six Tier Threes remaining.
While Lin Qi himself wasn't afraid, the others at Mo University Camp would be no match for those Blood Moon Envoys, not even for a single exchange.
Hearing Lin Qi's words, Wang Qiang, who stood to the side, opened his mouth and then clamped it shut.
