Taciturn made his threat clear. To him, at that moment, Spilt Water Can't Be Regained was like a fleeing rat, being toyed with by him, the vicious cat!
"Bro Taciturn, their pets are all low-tier undead, either skeletons or zombies! Oh, and there's also a skeletal bear!"
The skinny player scrutinized Su Ran's pets carefully and reported back meticulously.
"Pfft... Hahaha, they must be desperate, grabbing up low-tier skeletons as pets. This account is a waste! But, why would Mr. Handsome also act as stupidly? Unless, all these undead are Spilt Water Can't Be Regained's?"
"Who cares, even if he has numerous pets, they're all trash!"
As Taciturn mumbled to himself, he received a message. He hastily opened it, instantly becoming filled with joy.
"Brothers, let's move out. The target has appeared in the Desert of Death!"
"Whoosh!"
The group of players led by Taciturn disappeared, as if they had never been there. Only the thin player was still where he had been.