"Zhou Boquan, you... you know each other?" Bills, clutching his severed arm, barely managed to stand up, and the other severely injured psychics also helped each other to move behind Zhou Boquan, as if only he could give them a semblance of safety.
"Why do you think I left my homeland and Realm Island?" Zhou Boquan lowered his voice and said.
People from the Supernaturals Alliance had heard that this man named Zhou Boquan came from a very mystical place called Realm Island, an area rich in energy with excellent conditions for cultivation, almost like a land for divine beings.
But recently, something had happened on Realm Island, which led to some differences between Zhou Boquan and the rulers of the island, prompting him and others to leave.
"Does this have something to do with Zhang Menglong?" Karls asked.
"Exactly," Zhou Boquan said with a bitter smile. "He drove us all out of the core area of Realm Island and even turned it into his own resort. He's nothing but a bandit!"
