The figure in the black robe moved like a ghost, weaving through the crowd. Every strike claimed a living soul. The Exiled Warrior Leader fought desperately, but like moths flying into a flame, they vanished in an instant. Fear spread through the crowd like a plague, and an atmosphere of despair shrouded the ruins.
"Lu Chen, go! Take the artifact!" A blood-spattered exiled warrior roared, brandishing the battle axe in his hand as he tried to block the path of the figure in the black robe.
"No, we go together!" Lu Chen struggled to stand, but Huo Yao held him back tightly.
Chapter 338