"Wait here."
Chopping off half of the magnetic nail, Rah stuffed it into Wen Shu's arms, issued an order, and then vanished into thin air.
The cell fell into silence. Wen Shu squeezed the sharp hook in her palm, hiding the residual melancholy in her heart, turned and left, and headed toward Luo Fei's cell.
The ground was filled with sticky pools of blood.
Just as Wen Shu broke the hook penetrating Luo Fei's shoulder, his unconscious body quickly shrank into a cub shape.
Time was pressing. She picked up the Little Winged Dragon, a flicker of white light glinting in her palm, while searching for an escape route.
Strangely, the noisy footsteps above the dungeon suddenly moved in the opposite direction.
Only a few scattered figures gradually appeared outside the cell.
"Female, it's dangerous outside now. Come with us, don't make a futile struggle!"
The leading male took two steps forward, attempting to grab them.
