Zhou Wen hurriedly scanned the tiny palm symbol. He finally relaxed when the phone showed that it was downloading.
I hope I'm not too late. Zhou Wen looked at the blood rain that covered the opposite side of the river like a fog. He wondered how the former principal, Ouyang Lan, and An Sheng were doing.
Just as Zhou Wen scanned the tiny palm symbol on the stone monument, a shadow suddenly appeared behind it—a huge blood frog. It spat out a mouthful of bloody liquid at Zhou Wen.
Lu Yunxian rushed to Zhou Wen's side and grabbed his shoulder with one hand, throwing him to the back. At the same time, he raised a shield with his other hand to block the bloody liquid.
The metal shield was corroded, leaving pockmarks. It had nearly melted through.
Lu Yunxian held a saber in his other hand and slashed with a blade beam, splitting the blood frog into two.
"Young Master Wen, can we return now?" Lu Yunxian turned to Zhou Wen and asked.
