Oliver tailed behind everyone else as he was in a wheelchair. He was pleased when he saw Darryl's lack of reaction.

"Darryl!"

Oliver wheeled himself out and slowed his pace when he was in front of Darryl. He whispered, "You're just faking your surrender, aren't you?"

Darryl looked at him without saying a word.

Oliver smirked coldly. "You don't have to answer me. I know you're not working with the demons. You're only trying to sneak further in and eventually disintegrate the entire tribe, right? I'm telling you now, as long as I'm alive, you won't be able to get what you want.

"Also, I suggest you stop trying to save the Demon tribe. You saw my legs—it's all because of that b*tch, Mona. The White Tiger Tribe and the Demon tribe will pay a hefty price for that!" he said as his face twisted into a heinous expression. Then, he wheeled himself out of the tent.

Darryl took a long breath as he was stunned. He was filled with rage, but at the same time, he pitied Oliver.

How unfortunate