Amanda was the fastest, because her injuries were the least serious.
But as she sprinted at full speed, she vaguely felt two gusts of wind pass by her.
One black, one white.
Cold, their figures blurred, almost transparent.
She instinctively turned her head to look, but behind her, besides Meng Fang and his people, there was nothing!
So, just who were those two... ghosts?
As they ran the opposite direction, how many would realize it while fleeing?
In fact, it was only the soul-sensitive Amanda who noticed.
Meng Fang and his group, injured, were running frantically, as if pursued by a ferocious beast.
Soon, they burst through that door, barely out.
Assassination! A large-scale assassination!
Damn it, there's an ambush!
It's the Forbidden Forest people!
Frank suddenly remembered something.
Something terrible, something important.
The Forbidden Forest, forbidden here, where are the forest and dread?
They're not here.
