Your Ancestors
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The three bodyguards who could still stand formed a human wall around the FRB lady to protect her. They continuously fired at the youth in order to slow down the speed of his advancements.
The FRB bit on her lip and clenched her small hand. In the next moment, she turned around and ran immediately. She could not die, as she still had a very important thing that she had yet to accomplish.
As for those bodyguards, a feeling of guilt welled up within her. However, she could not care so much at this point.
If she could make it out alive, she would definitely arrange their funeral well.
"Run, where can you run?"
The Sect Senior Brother in the front smiled evilly. With a few flashes of the body, he appeared in front of a bodyguard and sent him flying with a single palm.
"Catch that woman, and bring her back to me."