Three Ximo people surrounded Ye Luo.
"Boss, what should we do? Should we kill him?" Samo Three looked at Ye Luo viciously.
At this moment, Ye Luo's whole body was crimson, steaming as if he had just been boiled in water.
Moreover, he was not conscious at the moment, making it a perfect opportunity for them to strike.
"It's not appropriate. We have contract symbols on us. If he dies, it won't benefit us at all!" Samo One frowned and analyzed.
"Oh, isn't it just a contract symbol made by some wildling from the Sixth Region? How powerful could it be? If he were awake, we might fear him, but now that his life or death is unknown, at most, we would be severely injured. Taking our lives that easily isn't simple!" Samo Three couldn't resist.
"Calm down, I've analyzed that contract symbol. It's not from this realm; it most likely originates from the front three regions. If you want to die, don't drag me with you!" Samo Two said calmly.
