Although he also knew that the Human Clan wouldn't easily start a full-scale war,
what if a real war broke out?
What if the Third Prince perished in this battle?
Then his only path would surely be death.
Even among those who were sitting here, practically no one would survive.
At this thought, cold sweat instantly broke out on the face of the irritable middle-aged man.
He didn't want to die.
He hadn't lived enough!
Xingji took a glance at the irritable middle-aged man with the pallid face, said hardly anything, shook his head, and walked out the door.
"Arrange it as soon as possible!"
Finishing his sentence, Xingji produced a blue card in his hand.
The card flashed, and an Undead Gryphon appeared on the ground.
Xingji rode the Undead Gryphon and flew directly towards the direction of the mixed zone.
After Xingji left, the remaining middle-aged Undead quickly started to act.
