"This..."
Gerrit Harris was dumbfounded.
He rushed to the door, about to push it open, but upon thinking of the arrows outside, he quickly conjured up a Formation in front of him!
To fend off the outside threat!
Murphy Michael's fate was uncertain, but being dried up like that, the person was definitely ruined.
Could he still be revived like a sea cucumber with some water?
Bang!
Gerrit Harris flicked his sleeve, and the door was blasted open!
Outside, it was pitch black.
Even the lights that should be in the inner hall were extinguished.
"Master, what's happening?"
Hayden Marsh and Konrad Marsh turned back hastily, asking somewhat uneasily.
"Earlier, was there anyone outside?" Gerrit Harris scanned the area but saw no sign of anyone.
Despite the darkness, the eyes of a Great Grandmaster far surpassed those of ordinary people.
Furthermore, he could sense things.
There was indeed no one.
