A Fifth Tier Mutated Jackal stood not far away, its green eyes gleaming with a cruel light in the Apocalypse Rogue.

"Lan Xi, Zhou An, do you dare to take it on?"

At this moment, the two of them were at their peak, their faces showing no trace of fear, only fierce expressions as they gripped their battle knives, filled with a burning fighting spirit. In the span of a week, through relentless slaughter, they had gone from being powerless against Fourth Tier Mutated Jackals to gradually sustaining mutual battle wounds, and now they fought with ease.

Throughout this journey, only the heavens knew what they had sacrificed and how much courage it had taken.