The wave of pollution did not come from one direction, but from all directions.
Soon, the wave rushed over, and the thief below, who was slowly picking the lock, bore the brunt of it, and the pollution wave hit him square in the face.
His face instantly turned green.
He immediately abandoned the lock breaker and turned to run back the way he came.
Hilia couldn't help but shake her head.
"Just one more minute and he could open the door and go in to hide, going back now would take more than just a minute."
Phil was also watching, an expression of hesitation on her face.
She looked up and asked Hilia, "Hilia, should I rescue him?"
"Either way." Hilia was indifferent, "Follow your own heart."
