At that moment, footsteps were heard coming from afar, and Jack, Rudy, and Alfred jumped at the sound alertly.

Jack frowned as he looked in the direction of these footsteps, but before they could see clearly, someone shouted out, “Don’t be alarmed! The four of us are from third-grade worlds.”

At that moment, a genial-looking man in gray robes came out with three warriors from third-grade worlds behind him.

The group walked toward Jack gingerly.

Jack stared at the person for a good while before nodding at him. After the four of them walked over, they greeted each other before revealing their origins.

Their group had been temporarily formed. The one who first walked was called Frederick Gaunt from the Lycan Continent, a third-grade world. The three behind him were Len Davis and Trent Walker from Chaos Continent, as well as Conor Rice from White Marsh Continent.

They approaching Jack and his company was because they wanted to team

mentioned the hunting

an eyebrow. A thought

a hunting alliance to keep themselves safe. All of them split up into smaller

only are they killing us, but they’re torturing us as well. It’s not like we have any grudges against

eyes reddened as he spoke, and it was obvious how angry he was with

entirely understanding the entire story. However, he did not voice out his questions and

don’t you stick with us? We’ll put discussions about rewards aside for now. Survival is the most important

slaughter game. He probably never thought of how sick in the head warriors from second-grade worlds

Jack gave

into small groups, and if he fought them alone, he might put himself in

reduce the casualty, even if only by a little. At the very least,

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