Chloe Stephens took a step back.
She didn't want to get involved.
Riley Downing's long stick sprung forward, blocking the man charging towards them.
The hand reaching to grab Patrick Lewis on the ground was struck by the long stick. A tingling sensation shot through the man's hand, and his eyes hardened.
"Thud."
The long stick hit the ground, emitting a deep sound.
Riley Downing stood coldly in front of Patrick Lewis, her small face taut. "Uncle Lewis, get out of here with Sister."
Patrick Lewis got up, his leg was injured and bleeding.
A seven-year-old girl.
Her back, straight like a rod.
Like a mountain, blocking all dangers.
"Whoosh."
The long stick in her hand swung diagonally, her body moved like the wind, her cold eyes fixed on the few men standing in staggered positions.
Their bodies had undergone some transformation.
Their latent abilities had been stimulated to a certain extent.
This was no different from those who practiced ancient martial arts. However,
