Isabella Lindsey watched the movements of the two on the field with caution, ready to unleash her most fierce moves without mercy at the first sign of opportunity.
And Salem was a cunning old fox.
He inexplicably felt a heavy threat emerging from outside the arena and for the first time, he felt the situation slipping from his control; coming here alone to kill these two teenagers was a mistake.
"Retreat!"
Salem was a man of decisive action; he would not linger in a battle with no chance of victory, and this principle had helped him dodge danger and death many times before.
As the giant scorpion recoiled its tail leg, he swiftly retreated using the momentum, his right hand reaching for his waist. His thief-like eyes suddenly fixated on the prone Sophie Foster, who was severely injured.
Even while fleeing, he resolved to eliminate a girl who, if left alive, might become a grave concern in the future!
