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Finally reaching Yan Xiaobao, he paused briefly as he looked at the friend standing before him.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Yan Xiaobao asked solemnly, his expression grave. It was clear that if Deng Wu's heart wavered, this would be his only chance to withdraw. However, Deng Wu thought as he always did, a sorrowful smile crossing his face.
"I've already spoken with Wang Julong, and we both agree. We have no other choice. Ultimately, the survival of our tribe takes precedence. Our personal feelings will have to come second." Yan Xiaobao nodded, a deep sadness flickering in his eyes, though it was quickly suppressed and replaced with a faint crimson glow.
"Don't regret your decision later," Yan Xiaobao said as he transformed from a composed young man into a formidable killer radiating an oppressive aura.
