Just at that moment, a person suddenly appeared by Snow Wood's side. Glancing at the over a hundred dead soldiers, he smiled faintly, immediately drawing the attention of everyone present.
"Logan!" Snow Wood recognized him instantly, and thinking of his warning during the day, which she hadn't heeded, resulting in this embarrassing situation, she felt deeply ashamed.
To the more than one hundred dead soldiers, Logan was just at the Second Level of the Saint Seat, hardly an opponent. She hurriedly said, "Get away quickly, I apologize for what happened during the day, but now the situation is beyond your meddling. This is the Wexler Clan's top secret force, all above the Fifth Level of the Saint Seat."
"Don't be afraid," Logan said, unruffled, and even yawned, "My fellow Daoists, I owe Snow Wood a favor, so today I must save her life. Maybe you should all leave first?"
