Looking around, there is a desolate wasteland all around, with no grass growing on the bare rocky ground. It is no wonder that the residents in the north live in such poverty. There is too little resources here.
"What's going on in front?" Mubai was suddenly startled. He saw a large group of black figures standing hundreds of meters ahead, seemingly waiting for someone quietly.
After getting closer, Mu Bai and the other three saw clearly that it was actually a mercenary group.
Jian Wuhui said in a deep voice: "There are at least more than 200 mercenaries in these mercenaries. They seem to be an A-level mercenary group."
"Mubai, you've caused big trouble, please retreat quickly." Fire Wolf said with a bitter smile.
"Where else can we evacuate?" Mubai shook his head and asked. There was a wasteland nearby, and there was no way to escape.
When the golden-horned beast reached 100 meters in front of the group of mercenaries, Mubai ordered the golden-horned beast to stop. It seemed to feel a lot of pressure and growled in a low voice.
"Is it you who injured my deputy captain?" A tall, blond middle-aged man with a giant sword on his shoulder asked with narrowed eyes.
Mu Bai smiled coldly and said, "So what if it's me?"
The blond middle-aged man nodded and said: "Good boy, you have the guts. But the people in my Flying Leopard Mercenary Group are not that easy to bully. I will give you two ways to go today."
"What way?" Mubai asked with a sneer.
"Either die, or keep your hands." The blond middle-aged man said.
"Haha." Mu Bai laughed loudly and said, "If you want my hands, let's see if you have the ability!"
The blond middle-aged man pointed at Mubai coldly with the giant sword in his hand and said, "You are so arrogant. There are more than 250 people standing behind me. Do you think you three can escape today?"
Fire Wolf's face turned slightly pale, and his tongue trembled as he asked: "Now... what should we do now? How can we defeat an A-level mercenary group?"
Mu Bai looked at the group of mercenaries, among which more than 80% were mercenaries with the martial arts profession, and there were more than a dozen magicians, sky bow masters, and beast tamers each.
"Don't be nervous." Mubai whispered.
Jian Wuhui had a smile on his face. He knew very well about Mu Bai's strength and knew that Mu Bai still had a trump card. He was not afraid of these more than 200 mercenaries at all.
The blond middle-aged man said: "I will only give you three seconds to think about it."