Nian Shutong and her group, on the battlefield, crushed their way deep into the territory of the Insect Race.
At that moment, the five of them, brimming with murderous intent, were like five death gods, their mere gaze enough to drive back some of the Insect Beasts.
Nian Shutong constantly monitored their surroundings, her heart tightening.
"Retreat!"
Fu Yunhe, who was driving, immediately sensed something was wrong and spun the car around, preparing to speed off.
But the wheels merely spun in place, unable to move forward.
Nian Shutong had already leapt from the back seat to the front, her palm pressing on the back of Fu Yunhe's hand.
"Stop, it's no use."
"Fu Yunhe, listen carefully. Take them out of here, don't come back; trust me."
Fu Yunhe didn't agree but simply murmured, "I will take them out."
