The once majestic cathedral towers have now turned into ruins.
Four apostles hung in the air from the four directions, waiting for a long while,
but they did not see the safe house under the ruins collapse, nor any trace of An Ji Saint Shepherd.
To deal with four little worms so slowly, could it be the old man is failing? Cold suspicion filled Leng Xiu's mind.
Yet, in the next moment, the three-layer seal outside the safe house abruptly broke apart.
"Out," Leng Xiu's scarlet eyes squinted slightly.
A man and five women, six figures emerged from the shattered light, hovering above the safe house.
"?" Seeing this scene, the Burning Heaven disciples were all taken aback, sensing that something was amiss.
"I've changed my mind," from under a gray hood, An Ji Saint Shepherd's sinister face raised, speaking lightly, "I intend to protect these four people."
