A vile man

Hearing the old man's praise, William remained silent. His thoughts were still on how Lein, the leader of the World Market Trade alliance, had grown so powerful and amassed such an absurd number of contribution points.

The explosions in the distance had stopped. A figure in a long robe floated, observing the blast area beneath his feet. In just two seconds, the figure's gaze turned directly toward William Anderson and the old man Harisson beside him.

Ugh...

William and the old man Harisson knelt on the ground. Fresh blood spilled from their mouths.

"Damn... this hurts!" William groaned in pain.

The old man Harisson was in a similar state, unable to think, staring blankly at the ground.

Fortunately, William noticed that the figure observing them was facing another figure. They appeared to be on opposing sides. Without hesitation, William and Harisson activated their skills and began to fight.