"Dead people?" Dianmo Ran Qingzhu seemed to get stuck, "Wait, Sister Nether, are you saying the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team was wiped out?"
As his voice fell,
everyone seemed to suddenly think of this possibility.
It was like a cold breeze blew through, making everyone involuntarily close their mouths.
For a moment, only the flickering light of the torches could be heard in the darkness, crackling, while all other sounds quietly subsided into such silence that one could hear a pin drop.
That was an Elite Corps, and there was also a group from the Blood Oath Alliance. How could they have disappeared without a trace? Although the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team was not one of the top ten Grand Guilds, they had the strength to be one. There was some difference in level, but not so vast as to be night and day.
What in the world happened down there?
"I didn't say that, everyone," Nether squinted her eyes, then replied, "I was just expressing a possibility."
