"How far is it?" Chen Zhao asked.
Sienna turned around and looked at Chen Zhao. She had never seen Chen Zhao tired.
But today, she did.
Chen Zhao was really in a bad state, and it was obvious.
He was covered in cold sweat and his breathing had also become heavier.
"Almost there. It's just in front." Sienna looked at Chen Zhao, worried. "Chen, I think we should go back now and come after you recover."
"I'm fine. We're already here."
Just then, they heard footsteps before them.
From the sound, there were a few people.
Four, or five?
The group stopped. The few people also seemed to notice their footsteps.
"Huh, there are people apart from us?"
"One, two, three, and a guardian spirit."
"Should be local witches in LA."
Five women walked out of the darkness.
From their equipment, they seemed to be mercenaries.
They had guns, grenades, and bulletproof vests.
