Yang Ruxin wielded a whip and advanced toward Michiko. Today, under no circumstances could she let this woman escape. Wasn't she a Saintess? Every one of them that came would be killed, forcing that cult to constantly choose a new Saintess.
The man pretending to be cripple nearby hurried to protect his master, but he was intercepted by Du Yunpeng.
Soon, another woman rushed forward, but she was blocked by Xiaobai.
Michiko kept retreating, sensing something was amiss. Aside from the few people around her, no one in the vicinity was approaching, despite the commotion and the known plan for tonight. There was only one reason for them not showing up—something had happened.
"You can't escape." Yang Ruxin caught up with her.
Michiko's pretty face twisted in agony. "I don't want to die. Tell me your terms."
"Certainly. Tell us about your Sun Cult's plan in Daxuan."
"In your dreams." Michiko suddenly leaped out of the room, flying toward the wall through the rain.
