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"Can you get closer and check?"
"Are you insane? Black Soul!"
The Flame Demon chuckled coldly.
"Let's not even mention the raging energy inside, can we even approach a Fourth Tier battlefield?"
"Once we encounter something we shouldn't..."
The Flame Demon shut his mouth, clearly unwilling to say more.
Among the group, the three of them were the strongest; the others behind them stayed silent, focusing their gazes on Gawain.
"Mr. Mist really didn't come?"
Black Soul asked quietly.
"I'm not sure."
Gawain answered, his gaze fixed on the distance, deep in thought. After a while, he turned around and said,
"Keep moving, I've found a good spot where we might find some Soul Resurrection Grass."
"That's really good news."