Staring at the rune in her hand, Hubert Cyril's eyes were filled with apprehension and a touch of distress.
Which sect is this from? Her master spoiled her too much, giving her a bunch of these incredibly damaging top-tier runes.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
He struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, made a spell with both hands, and transformed into a fast-moving blur, dashing out of the Lawrence mansion.
After glancing at the Lawrences, Caroline Edwin quickly followed him, holding a plastic bag.
The two of them were as fast as lightning, leaving a trail of dazzling light as they chased each other.
Hubert Cyril fled in a sorry state, his body too weak from his injuries, only to fall into a nearby grove as he finally ran out of mana.
Caroline landed closely behind, pulling out a wooden sword from the plastic bag.
With her right hand on the sword, she took a few steps towards the old man crouching beneath a large tree.
