A cold glint suddenly stabbed out from the opening of the door.
Li Yahong's pupils contracted abruptly, a bone-chilling cold rising abruptly from her spine.
Perceiving the danger, she wanted to dodge.
But her body couldn't keep up with her reaction speed.
At that moment, Basen swiftly took action, drawing his knife to strike at the spear.
Clang~!
A crisp ring.
The spear drifted downward, its sharp tip hitting the stab-resistant vest on Li Yahong's chest.
A surge of force knocked her back and onto the ground.
Li Yahong scrambled up in a panic, hiding behind the skeleton, her hands ceaselessly feeling around her neck and body, checking for any wounds.
Apparently, the stab-resistant vest had done its job.
A mark had been left on her chest, but it wasn't pierced through.
But this feeling of fear lingered, causing her to shudder.
She never thought that, with her intention of helping survivors, they would actually try to kill her instead.
