"Boss, what's so special about this pitch-black place? Why do you need to personally bring us here?"
In the chaotic space, a local from Southern Xinjiang who had just joined the Demonic Path curiously asked a small boy beside him.
The small boy didn't even lift his head, just looked ahead as if searching for something and replied coldly.
"Things you don't know are not meant to be known. Do more work, ask fewer questions."
"Yes."
The Southern Xinjiang local replied almost timidly, then turned his head to look at his two companions.
Yet the two merely chuckled softly, clearly having no sympathy for him.
Those who join the Demonic Path may have different goals, but they all understand a very simple truth.
Survival of the fittest, strength is respected.
