The two of them exited the room. Upon seeing Fu'en's miserable state, Tangmo blushed and promptly averted her eyes.
Fu'en's complexion was ugly. He had never expected the Advance Team to catch up so quickly. He must have been betrayed, otherwise, they would not have been able to find this place. Now that he'd been shot through by Luo'er, even though it wasn't a fatal wound, it had restricted his ability to use magic. For a mage, this was significantly devastating.
For a mage, being without their magic wand as a medium is akin to a soldier without a weapon. If they got injured and couldn't be healed, it would basically spell their end. At least an injured soldier could still fight, but an injured mage wouldn't dare to use magic.
"Xuzhong Qi, Wu Tairan, you lead the way. Moumou, you cover our rear!" Luo'er, with his hand on Fu'en's shoulder, ordered the others.
