Chapter 132: Spatial Transmission, Reappearing in the Human World (2 More Updates)

*Smack.*

Unexpectedly, the girl grabbed the wooden stick with one hand and swung it at their heads.

The person standing at the front was hit in the head with the thick wooden stick, causing his skull to crack open.

The girl leaped up.

She snapped off a branch from an extremely tall tree, not giving them time to use their witchcraft, and impaled one person in the throat with the similarly thick branch, pinning him to the trunk.

His eyes remained open even in death.

The others were horrified at the sight.

"Disperse, quickly attack - she's an ancient martial artist!"

Phil yelled anxiously.

Two minutes.

Aside from Phil and the middle-aged man named Henry Basil, all the others were killed in bizarre positions.

With a pale face, Phil leaned against the huge tree trunk, catching his breath.

"Why did you try to kill us?"

"Just now, wasn't it you who wanted to kill me first?" Was she wrong to fight back?

"We didn't take action."