"Senior Brother Shan, this is getting really troublesome."
Seraph sighed tiredly, then his eyes turned cold.
Holding the princess's hand, he alighted from the horse, moving closer to the others in the middle.
She looked terrified and hopeless. Why were they after her life so much?
Noel couldn't get down from his horse because Thana was still injured. Although he had frozen the wound, she was still weak and barely conscious.
Marcus and the last disciple came close too, their expressions guarded.
"Senior Brother Shan, are you good with ranged attacks?"
Seraph asked, handing over the princess to him.
The young man's brows furrowed. "Yes. Why do you ask?"
He already had an inkling of what Seraph wanted to do.
Shaking his head, Seraph released the princess and stepped back.
"I'm going to break through them."
He abruptly dashed forward, charging straight at a segment of their encirclement.
The masked men reacted quickly, blowing hot flames straight at him.
