His mind a blank, Huang Ying dared not look back; every single cell in his body was screaming one word—run!
Sprinting with all his might, a vast swath of twisted souls crowded behind Huang Ying.
The chaotic sound of footsteps, the piercing screams and roars, all the ghosts of Yimin Private Academy were behind him!
As the gray mist dissipated with Ma Manjiang's serious injury, Huang Ying now appeared like the first ray of sunlight piercing through the dark clouds, holding Jin Sheng's head and getting closer and closer to the school's main gate.
The students and teachers of Yimin Private Academy followed behind, but it was already becoming too late.
Injured all over and frantic, Ma Manjiang rudely shoved aside the students around him.
