Someone behind Adrian spoke in a deep voice.

The feeling of being at the mercy of others was extremely unpleasant. So after Adrian heard the conversation between the two, he turned around and attacked one of them. He was not one to tolerate being at the mercy of others. He would do anything to survive. No matter how slim the chances of success were, Adrian would not give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope.

The person blocking Adrian drew the Lunar Edge from around his waist and growled with gritted teeth, "You’re seeking death!"

In his eyes, Adrian was just an eight-level weakling. Although this level of strength would be considered peerless in the outside world, as the chief of the Mudstone Village said to Thalia, things were different here. Adrian's strength was far inferior to theirs and was thus doomed.

"That sword is wasted in your hands." Adrian sneered. His figure flashed, and he appeared beside one of the attackers.

Clang!

There was a clash of blades. Adrian's str