During the fight of Feng Zhiling and his men, one arm after another flew up apart from the bodies, and one head after another rolled up apart from the shoulders. On the floor, there were some bodies without heads, but only with blood jetting out from their necks.

As for Feng Zhiling and his men, they had slaughtered many people while they were wounded many times.

When they made a turn in the street, they would go to a forest not far away.

At this moment, even though Bing Xinyue knew it was only an illusion, she felt sweat in her hands. She kept murmuring in mind, [Hurry! Hurry up… Take a turn there. You will be safe in that forest…]

Finally, Feng Zhiling shouted and then flew up all of a sudden like a black arrow shooting up. He boosted towards the corner where they could take a turn to the forest. When they got pass that corner, they would be in the forest. That would give them a much bigger chance to survive.

At this moment, Bing Xinyue felt some terrible discomposure in her hea