"Run!"
The fat man at the very back broke out in a cold sweat. He spun his hefty body around with incredible agility and bolted forward, instantly surpassing Wang Qiang to become the new leader of the pack.
"Senior Sister, let's go!" Ye Qingchen urged Hong Yan. As he spoke, he grabbed her hand and they sprinted forward.
Wang Qiang also bolted, running for his life. In the chaos, the old Taoist was left at the rear. A monster opened its foul-smelling maw, its sharp fangs aiming straight for his neck.
"Bastard!"
The old Taoist sent the creature flying with a single punch, then began to run as though his life depended on it.
However, the monsters were incredibly fast. The old Taoist was soon overtaken, with four or five of them lunging for his vital points simultaneously. An overwhelming sense of mortal danger washed over him from behind. The old Taoist knew he could fend off two at most. The others would tear him apart, sealing his fate right there.
