Relief? Astonishment? Or the joy of surviving a disaster?
They felt complicated.
"This… This sir's ability???" Barnett swallowed his saliva and asked after some hesitation.
"I don't know either." Rodney swallowed his saliva. He found it unbelievable.
That sir was so powerful?!
He didn't do anything. He just passed by the dark apparitions and they exploded and died.
This was unbelievable!
"He's so powerful!" Barnett's face was filled with fanaticism. "Is he really a mixed blood like us? When did mixed bloods have such a powerful individual?"
"It can't be wrong. That sir must be a mixed blood," Rodney said confidently. He thought that he understood the other party. After all, he was the first to follow that sir.
"This is great. There's hope for mixed bloods like us," Barnett said excitedly.
"I don't know if there's hope, but if we don't leave soon, the dark apparitions will come. At that time, we won't have any hope," Rodney said.
