"Bad news, we've run out of places to go, that must be the isolation door."
Wang Yuyan was gasping for breath, her chest heaving erratically as she spoke. She was still holding that bloodstained journal in her hand. She had initially planned to use it to start a fire, but before she could even light it up, those people had come in.
Ye Wudao also frowned slightly. The people who had just entered were not ordinary armed personnel; each one of them was a Martial Artist, likely from the Azure Gate.
These people were all carrying heavy weapons. Even though Ye Wudao possessed the cultivation of the Inner Strength Ninth Heavenly Layer, he couldn't possibly use his body to block bullets. He could only look for an opportunity to deal with them now.
But first, he needed to find cover. This was a corridor with no cover whatsoever. Just one rocket fired into it by those people would be enough to do them in.
