Howell Family estate was filled with cries of sorrow.
Raelynn Howell's face streamed with tears, clutching her second aunt Lydia Howell, from whose mouth fresh blood kept spilling; her complexion was as pale as paper, her gaze dim.
Family Head Julia Howell sat cross-legged on the ground, blood at the corners of her mouth, as she circulated her energy, trying to recover.
She had rushed forward to intercept a crushing blow meant for her sister Lydia Howell from Jamie Webb, who had also attempted ruthlessly to finish the job. In doing so, she had suffered severe internal injuries.
The remaining two elders of the Howell family had already joined the battle, uniting to fight against Jamie Webb, yet he handled them with ease.
"Ha-ha, Howell ancestors, with such strength, you're not even as good as that little girl..."
"Put up a better fight, will you? If this is all you've got, then I'm not interested in playing anymore!"
"This won't do; since it's come to this, then lie down!"
