The mudhead truck charging at full speed collided with the enclosing wall of the gathering point, raising countless smoke and rubble. The mysterious mineral scattered, destroying the nearby fence.
The ear-splitting roar echoed throughout the gathering place.
The smile on those people's faces froze instantly.
They actually understood the Black Robed Man's intent. It was a game of wicked amusement.
Those self-proclaimed righteous allies would risk themselves in pursuit of their perceived justice.
In this crisis-ridden era, in the lawless wilderness.
They also wished to guard and defend the justice in their hearts, striving regardless of gain or loss.
In their view, this was extremely naive and ridiculous.
In the wilderness, human life was cheap.
This kind of human trafficking was not a big deal in the wilderness.
Yet they hosted what they called justice in the wilderness.
Violating the rules of the wilderness, it really was incomprehensible.
