"Alright, enough with the nonsense!" Seeing that the group was about to start arguing, Sanguine Thousand Miles quickly interrupted, "I'm not doubting anyone's strength, but the people from the Quan Zhen Sect are notoriously cunning. Without the help of other guilds, who can catch them?"
Sanguine Thousand Miles was right. Chasing someone is different from direct petition; it's not just about who can fight better. Even in reality, capturing a person requires at least three times the manpower to ensure the task is pleted, let alone in a game.
Players in a game have countless escape methods—flying, teleporting, going invisible, and so on. Even if they can't avoid capture, they can just log out forcibly. With Sanguine Thousand Miles and just five others, how could they possibly chase down a dozen members of the Quan Zhen Sect? It was nonsense!
"Don't worry!" Dripping Wetstone said, "As long as we manage to kill one member of the Quan Zhen Sect, the rest will be easier to deal with."
"Oh?" Sanguine Thousand Miles asked in confusion, "Why do you say that?"
"Because once a member of the Quan Zhen Sect dies, it will eliminate their fear
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