Just after Wesley took care of the other two groups of white martial artists, Henry Cooper and the others let out a low cry simultaneously.
About thirty white warriors, at this moment, appeared crazed, completely disregarding their lives as they pressed towards Isabella Lindsey with countless self-destructive moves!
"Even if Isabella Lindsey were made of steel…"
Henry Cooper felt a wave of concern: "she would be… shattered, right?"
In an instant, the area surrounding Isabella Lindsey seemed as if even sunlight could no longer pierce through, the momentum generated by countless self-destructive moves stirred up the dirt on the ground, making her appear as though she was amidst the roaring waves of a vast ocean.
"Finally coming all at once…"
Isabella Lindsey felt more joy than fear.
