Looking at the wide-open, seemingly unguarded city gates, vigilance was heightened in everyone's hearts.
Baiyu was no exception.
Although the Shell People Race wasn't as cunning as the Demon Race or the Ghost-faced Race, they were not merely a small tribe.
Every Shell People Race unit was definitely systematically trained.
Be it for combat or for strategic command and layout.
Baiyu couldn't help but suspect that everything before his eyes was a Shell People's conspiracy, but there was a crucial decision he had to make now.
Should he enter the city or not!
This was a dilemma; entering the city could mean falling into the Shell People Race's ambush, becoming trapped like a fish in a net, with no chance of escape.
Even with the Black Moon Giant as his trump card, Baiyu couldn't guarantee he would emerge unscathed.
If he didn't go in,
