"You also fought them?" a middle-aged man asked an elderly man, both having bloody faces.
"Yes. Two Flesh Refining Warriors, what about you?"
"Same for me."
"From what I know, these should be the tower overseers of the fortress. If they have been dispatched…"
"They likely found out.
What about the Fortress Chief? Do you think he also went out?"
"The other one took action a week ago, if anyone attracted their attention, it should be him. If that's the case, then the Fortress Chief likely went there.
Among us three, he is the strongest but his army is also the weakest.
He should be able to injure him at the least, and possibly even kill him."
"Then we should attack them!" the elderly man said decisively.
"Attack?" a contemplative look appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
"Are you sure about it? The three of us got the same inheritance, right?" the middle-aged man looked at the older man with a cold look.
"Hmph! Do you think this is the time to hesitate and hide things?
