"Little piggy, come here!" the bag-headed man muttered something that Lizi could not understand, but somehow, she still felt a little bit offended, as though sensing that this guy was spouting something derogatory.
She did not rush to clash with him however, Lizi had heard multiples times about Griar experiences in this realm, and as such, she was well aware that the man wielding a double-edged axe was apparently far stronger than the rest, in fact, she could see the blood that had flowed out of the wound her younger brother had inflicted upon him.
The dry blood had stained part of the shirt and mask, apparently, her opponent had not judged it necessary to get a change of clothes since then, but that was to be expected from people who apparently drink stagnant water, being clean on the outside was probably the least of their worries.
