A bullet whizzed through the air and struck the silver-haired man in the shoulder. Terrence Grant immediately drove a kick into the wound, knocking him unconscious before making a swift retreat.
Hughes had also defeated The Holy Lord, but not without sustaining serious injuries himself.
Seraphina Sterling's prediction had been correct; there was indeed a second group looking to take them out. Her original plan was to simply injure the first group and let the second one engage them—let dog eat dog.
But the farther she ran, the more she felt something was wrong. 'Why is it completely silent behind us? Based on the sounds from earlier, there should be a lot of them. If they really clashed with the silver-haired man's group, there ought to be a huge commotion!'
