"Darryl!"

Dax approached Darryl and yelled eagerly, "Let's pursue them."

Dax had blood all over his body. He was exhausted from the fierce battle that had carried on for two consecutive days, but Darryl's arrival had turned the tide around. Dax was pumped with fighting spirit.

Dax had a straightforward personality. All he wanted was to defeat the Raksasa Tribe and avenge their dead compatriots ultimately.

"Dax, don't be impulsive." Darryl shook his head.

'What?'

Dax was stunned, and he suddenly became anxious. "This is a good opportunity. Why not?"

Chester came forward; his tired face looked helpless. He smiled bitterly at Dax. "Dax, don't be so reckless. Let's listen to Darryl. Everyone is exhausted, so let's not chase after the enemies recklessly. You have to understand that."

Chester was calm and meticulous in analyzing the situation. He stood by Darryl's position without hesitation.

"But—" Dax managed his anger and sighed heavily. He held his tongue.

Darryl lo