"Listen up, everyone. I will spare no effort to find a way for you later. All of you will rush out then."
"Go as far as you can. Leave the disciples who are not martial artists first. They are martial artists and stay behind me."
Professor Zhao's face showed a cold expression. He was afraid that it was really dangerous this time. He did not expect that there would be so many people in the organization.
"It seems that the rebel organization has been here for a long time, so they can make such a good arrangement here," Professor Zhao thought to himself.
The current situation was very critical, and there was no way to delay it. Professor Zhao shouted, "Everyone, listen to my orders, charge forward."
Professor Zhao was determined to die this time. He knew that after this battle, even if he did not die, he could not fight.
"Die? None of us will die." At this time, a voice came, and then a figure appeared in front of Professor Zhao.