Returning With a Fruitful Harvest (1)

Black Absolute Island, south coast.

Sunset.

At this moment, the waves were crashing against the white beach. The seabirds in the sky seemed to have been startled and flew away from the beach.

The owner of the fog, who had already woken up, held Feng Qi with one arm and looked coldly at the hundreds of alliance warriors gathered in front of it.

He had already thought of the outcome of these hundreds of warriors from the weak domain races.

Realizing that the owner of the fog had woken up, the warriors who had been recruited were all a little surprised.

However, they had no intention of escaping.

This was because they did not know how strong it was.

Looking at the green bracelet that was already on its right wrist, greedy expressions appeared on their faces.

Humans die for wealth, birds die for food.