"Who is he?"
At this moment, the town had just regained its tranquility.
Or rather, since eight Demigods had died inside and the surviving eight Demigods had hurriedly left, the Mutants from various forces had also departed one by one.
Although many people still longed for the Unicorn and the Ten Thousand Year Tree Demon Heart, since even eight Demigods had perished inside, they, no matter how reluctant, didn't dare to enter.
Thus, the town, which had been bustling and crowded, was now deserted, even more so than before.
Suddenly, the town became desolate, and many shop owners saw their businesses suffer.
At the intelligence shop, the Pot Bellied Old Man sat listlessly in his rocking chair, holding a bottle of wine, sipping intermittently, while the clerk lay on the counter, also somewhat drowsy.
Suddenly, as the Pot Bellied Old Man was tilting his head back to drink, he caught a glimpse of a figure that looked particularly unfamiliar, causing him a moment of surprise.