"Didn't Nakta II go hunting?"
Wick muttered softly, causing a change in the expressions of those present.
"Trouble!"
As if recalling something, Victor's pupils contracted as he hurriedly gazed ahead, his face turning as dark as water.
"This Nakta II's demeanor is rather peculiar, Master Ning, don't be too shocked."
He noticed Tielei's teasing words and Victor's unpleasant expression.
Ning Fan smiled lightly, as if expecting some interesting event to unfold.
Despite being whipped and chased away, the believers who were beaten did not show anger, merely fleeing in panic to the sides.
The Golden Armor Guards clearing the path were like sharp knives, smoothly slicing through the crowded human wall, drawing closer to Ning Fan's group.
Just then, the flood-like flow of people suddenly froze.
The believers who were about to leave all stopped, staring intently at the center.
Their eyes were filled with complex emotions: reluctance, sympathy, daring anger but not daring to speak...
