The composed girl before their eyes was the fourth angel of the Dark Cult.
Aileen.
Jiang Zhou realized Aileen hadn't spoken and continued to ask, "Otherwise, I'll hurry them along, say the number they gave us isn't getting through."
"No need, let's go in and then talk."
Walking towards the well with an expressionless face, Aileen's voice was also like that of a girl her age.
Without shedding her youthful tone.
Inside the Ruins.
Lei Haowen had already fallen into an absolute disadvantage.
After a brief period of evenly matched combat, the difference in level was blatantly exposed.
Lei Haowen suddenly took a heavy hit and was blasted away.
He landed not far from Feng Lin.
Clutching his chest, blood was slowly oozing from his mouth.
"Senior brother!"
Upon seeing this, Lei Rong hurried over, helping Lei Haowen up, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Lei Haowen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and propped himself up again.