The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Just as he doesn't consciously breathe or pay attention to his nose, Ning Feng has an almost instinctive perception of the outside world.

The demonic lineage's power lies in its insight into human nature and emotions, while the angelic lineage's power lies in its perception of external forces.

These two extremely conflicting forces are surprisingly compatible in some special ways.

"However, I don't have a premonition of death."

There is no sense of crisis.

Although the scene that was about to unfold was enormous, as Ning Feng had not anticipated, he was completely unaware of any premonition of death.

From any perspective, Ning Feng did not feel threatened.

"Well, I was worried for a moment. What if we encountered a big scene right from the start? It's better this way."

He has no connection with Xilin, has sufficient security, and can fight or retreat at will.

As the only son of the Yin family and the son-in-law of the Jia Silin family, Anthony must have plenty of ways to protect himself.

The only one Ning Feng needed to worry about was Andrew, who was the weakest in terms of raw strength among the four.

Let's see what he can learn from this trial; hopefully, he won't disappoint himself too much.

Ning Feng would truly feel regret if someone willing to take such an irrational risk for their friends were to die.

("Are you worried about him?")

Standing beside Ning Feng, Xilin gently nudged him with her shoulder and joked in the link:

("It's rare to see you so worried about a man's safety.")

Ning Feng rolled his eyes, then shook his head with a wry smile:

("Don't make me sound like some kind of weirdo who only cares about women's safety, okay? I also care about other people normally, and...")

Glancing at Andrew behind him out of the corner of his eye, Ning Feng calmly said:

("I don't have many friends, but he can be considered one.")

I have quite a few casual friends I can talk to, but I don't really have many close friends.

("Then it seems I'll have to take good care of him.")

We can't let him die so easily.

("No need to pay special attention, just be normal.")

Ning Feng withdrew his gaze, looked straight ahead, and calmly said:

("If it comes to the point where he has to sacrifice himself, then abandon him when it comes to your safety... because you are more important.")

Calm, even to the point of being somewhat indifferent.

Just a moment ago, Ning Feng was expressing his gratitude that Andrew was one of his few friends, but the next moment he uttered cruel words.

("Of course, that's only in extreme cases. Otherwise, we'll help if we can.")

She bit her lip, wanting to say something, but before she could speak, Ning Feng continued:

("But if it really comes down to making a decision, Shirin, remember what I'm saying now. Don't feel any guilt. This is all my decision.")

If this is considered the sin of abandoning a friend, then I, who made the decision, should bear the burden.

Anyway, I already have so much to bear.

Even if you add the resentment of your friends, it shouldn't be a big deal.

No?

("Even, just like we agreed at the beginning... if it really comes to the most dangerous moment, even I will have to give up.")

("No matter how hopeless the situation may seem, I will survive, I promise you.")

Turning his head, Ning Feng looked at the bespectacled child behind Xilin's mask, his eyes crinkling into a genuine smile:

("Don't worry, I wouldn't bear to abandon you all.")

She gritted her teeth and didn't argue. She just lowered her head and remained silent.

The two stood side by side, but the distance between them seemed quite far.

So how exactly should we cooperate?

Anthony, who had somehow changed into a full suit of armor that looked rather extravagant and dazzling, and was not wearing a helmet, stepped out of the carriage. His voice broke the awkwardness between the two.

"Even if it's about cooperation, to be frank, I actually have almost no experience working with others."

Anthony, who was the last to emerge from the carriage, seemed to have already adjusted his mindset. He showed no trace of his earlier humiliation and had returned to his arrogant demeanor in public.

Anthony first squinted at the approaching dust and smoke at the edge of his vision, then looked at Mephisto's back.

"Mephisto? I think he's... a bewitching devil?"

Although Anthony's behavior was definitely that of a dissolute playboy, and he did not have a good reputation among the nobility.

But one thing no one can deny is that he was never one of those spoiled brats that every noble family has, who only need to live a life of idleness and complacency.

Considering Anthony's age, his family background, and his overall personal strength, he is actually ranked ahead of many people!

No one ever called him a piece of trash.

Moreover, this world has always been cruel and realistic; to gain power, one must make corresponding efforts.

Miracles and magic are never free.

Having achieved fourth-tier strength in the spiritual lineage, Anthony is definitely not a good-for-nothing who just coasts along.

In fact, Anthony himself must have some skill to win the hearts of so many women.

He also received the most standard and rigorous education from the upper nobility, a product of that kind of morbid control, and had a deep interest in literature.

"I feel like I've seen him somewhere before..."

Golden eyes and white hair are among the most prominent features of the angel lineage, and to my recollection, Anthony had never had any contact with such a person.

But for some reason, Anthony always felt a strange sense of familiarity, especially when he saw the other person's back.

As Anthony continued to ponder, he frowned, a sharp pain shooting through his mind, and he vaguely saw some images.

hiss!

"What's going on? What have I forgotten? When was that?"

Although it was only for a moment, Anthony seemed to see the dark sky and the rain of blood falling from the sky, as well as... a figure floating high in the sky.

Just as Anthony was about to pound his head in frustration, Andrew, who had been smiling and silent all along, suddenly stepped to the front.

He drew two uniquely styled weapons from his waist and said casually:

"If none of you have any ideas, I do have a suggestion."

Chapter 381 Don't Underestimate Me

With his back to the approaching beast tide that seemed like a tsunami, Andrew, the weakest of the four, appeared completely unfazed.

He tossed his weapon up and down, looked at the three men with varying expressions, and said:

"While I am not dismissing Mr. Mephistopheles' suggestion, the idea of ​​getting to know each other is indeed a good one, and logically speaking, there is nothing wrong with it."

Andrew nodded apologetically to Ning Feng and continued:

“Unlike ordinary teams, everyone here is not weak, nor are you newcomers to the extraordinary world.”

"I think that rather than trying to get to know each other better, the first thing we need to do is to have a more thorough understanding of each other's strengths."

"And compared to dry and pale descriptions, real combat is much easier to understand, isn't it?"

Andrew spoke with composure and ease, his tone relaxed and appropriate, making him completely unpleasant to listen to.

"Therefore, my suggestion is that before we actually reach the Bloodbath Zone, we should show each other our strength here as much as possible without holding back."

Calm and elegant, yet Andrew's words were full of power.

The will contained in the words was clearly and unmistakably conveyed to the listener.

It was conveyed to Mephistopheles.

Before you treat me like a weakling, try to understand me with your own eyes first.

He conveyed this meaning clearly.

Narrowing his eyes, Ning Feng looked at Andrew, who was smiling elegantly, and nodded after a few seconds of silence.

On the other side, Anthony, seemingly oblivious to the implied meaning, readily nodded.

"That's true, then let's do it this way... In short, let's make a big scene first!"

"Leave the front to me!"

Carrying his sword, he strode directly toward the unknown herd of beasts.

"Then I'll go over here."

Following him, Andrew smiled and nodded to Ning Feng and the other man, then adjusted his top hat and walked to the right of the beast horde.

Ning Feng, who remained where he was, watched the two figures quickly move forward and sighed helplessly:

"He's really perceptive; he actually found out... This is a real headache."

This is really awkward.

Andrew had somehow realized that he wanted to take care of him, and this time he was going to prove it in his own way...

Unlike Ning Feng, who was somewhat troubled, Xilin looked at her man with curiosity and teased him:

"You didn't expect this, did you? You've finally been seen through one day."

It's truly amazing that someone else could perceive his inner thoughts.

I must say, he truly is a friend you acknowledge.

"He who walks by the river often has finally slipped up..."

However, this feeling is surprisingly not offensive.

There is someone who understands you, even if it's a man.