"Swish... Swish... Swish..."
As they spoke, figures approached from behind, all members of the Mercenary Group of the Heavenly Sea.
However, among the initial thousand, only half remained, and amidst the dazzling colors and roaring attacks, their numbers were still dwindling.
Wuche was covered in blood, with one arm already severed. His face bore a massive wound as if torn by something sharp, blood splattering, making him look grim.
"Wuche!"
Upon seeing this, Luoo Ning's eyes instantly turned blood red.
She vividly remembered that when Wuche broke off before, though injured, his face was intact, and his arm was still there.
"Go!!!"
Seeing Luoo Ning still standing there, Wuche was furious and roared, "What are you standing here for? Run, run quickly!!!"
Tears streamed from Luoo Ning's eyes, yet she still shook her head.
Escape?
To where?
