"Go!"
At the same time, someone on the plaza was the first to react, turned back, and said to the crowd in a deep voice.
More people snapped out of their fear in an instant, hurriedly scrambling to their feet, and fled in the opposite direction, stumbling and crawling.
Although they also knew there was little chance of escape, their subconscious survival instinct left them no time to think, scattering in the ever-intensifying torrential blood rain.
The woman in the white coat with wavy blonde hair was swaying in the wind. She hid in the shadow behind a tall pillar, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly as she gazed in the direction of the young man in the wheelchair, a flash of strange light in her pupils as if harboring some unwillingness.
Yet seeing the young man suddenly appear in a wheelchair was not even a Superior Rank Spirit Master, she instantly lost heart and shook her head. Without further hesitation, she turned and left.
