Murderous intent surged, even the air seemed to churn up cold winds, as if winter had arrived early.
The thin clothing couldn't block the bone-chilling cold at all.
Emily's face turned ashen, thinking that she was probably doomed this time. It's true that the opponent fears fire, but knowing the weakness of fearing fire means it won't foolishly stand there anymore, letting hand grenades explode.
The opponent's extreme speed can compensate for its weakness of fearing fire.
Takeshita Kensaku pierced his feet through the hard wall, allowing his body to stand sideways without falling, his fierce eyes sweeping over the two and landing on Katerina.
His feet slightly bent, muscle fibers visibly tensed, and the next second, Takeshita Kensaku leaped down like a lion pouncing on an intruder in its territory.
An evil wind rushed in, raising the wig he wore, as Katerina pulled Emily towards the small river beside them, leaving behind three hand grenades with the pins pulled.
