About one and a half miles away, eight Westerners with long golden locks and wearing silver armor walked over steadily.
Each of them carried a huge sword on their backs. The leader was an old man with white hair and a beard. He appeared to be around 70 or 80 years old.
Suddenly, the old man stopped and raised his hand to signal the others to halt. "There are people ahead..."
"Are they our people or Drakonians?" The young man beside him looked eager.
Another one of their reasons for entering the secret realm this time was to kill Drakonian cultivators. It was not just to seek treasures.
They would receive a handsome reward for each Drakonian cultivator they killed. Several of them even took out pinhole cameras and hung them on their chests. These were devices they used to record the killings of Drakonian cultivators.
The old man said in a deep voice, "They're Drakonians, and their strength is formidable!"
Upon hearing this, the group became more excited instead of feeling afraid.
According to the rules set by the Reaper Guild, the rewards they received would be multiplied based on the strength of the Drakonian cultivator they killed.
"Elder Sean, please lead us to kill him together!" The young man who had asked the question spoke excitedly.
Sean Baros shook his head slowly. "I have a feeling that one of them isn't someone we can deal with. His strength is likely at the Profound Oriental Realm."
"What?"
Mondo Arya's face turned pale instantly.
Their country's cultivation system ranked from Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond, Star, King, Legendary, Divine, and Saint.
Drakonia's Profound Oriental Realm was equivalent to their Legendary Realm.
Among the eight of them, Sean had the highest level of strength, and he was at the King Realm. There were only a handful of King Realm experts in their guild. Sean had to submit to their Legendary Realm guild leader.
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