Those Who Are Not Of Our Kin Are Sure To Be Of A Different Heart

The lion clan's wind spell at his feet had not yet worn off. Although the whirlwind was not as strong as before, it was still functioning while Su Mo ran.

Assisted by both electrical and magical means, Su Mo's movement speed was abnormally fast.

Standing on a high slope, he finally glanced toward the camp below that had been turned into a messy battlefield. Seeing that the humans had already fled, Su Mo resolutely turned his head and left the scene.

War is cruel!

Especially ethnic conflicts!

Su Mo was not sure whether, after getting rid of these kobolds, the lion clan would change targets and focus on him, the person who "sent charcoal in the winter".

"Those who are not our kin are sure to be of a different persuasion. Compared to the lion people, I am alone and am but a single person. Excluding the explosive packs… if we were to talk about fighting this type of enemy, who is unafraid of death, I alone am not their match at this time..."