"Xenia, let's get out of here!" Yennie shouted through gritted teeth.
Xenia nodded and immediately worked with Yennie to break through their opponents to get out of the prayer altar.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, the Nine Saint Oracles formed a tacit accord. Their figures were deceptively agile. The Royal Army elites and the royal guards were hurled out and struck unconscious in the blink of an eye.
The palm attack struck Quincy as well, and she took a few dozen steps backward. Her breathing labored, and her face was pale.
Darryl's mouth curled upward; he breathed a sigh of relief discreetly.
Those ladies were the Nine Saint Oracles, indeed. They were powerful and could get themselves out of trouble quickly, so Darryl did not need to worry about them.
F*ck!
Lord Kenny, who was on the stage, frowned.
He had painstakingly tricked everyone into believing his theory; he must not let the Nine Saint Oracles escape.
Lord Kenny looked around the altar and shouted, "Everyone, they are all the King of the Dead's followers. If they escape, they will cause endless troubles. Let's take action together."
All the people from the other sects were stunned. They immediately responded.
"Yes, we can't let them get away!"
"How could we let evil spirits run the world!"
"Let's go together!"
The crowd merely commented, but none of them stood up to take action.
The crowd there was not stupid. They could see that Xenia and her sisters were impeccably powerful. They would risk sacrificing themselves if they were not careful. Who would not want to live?
"I'll handle them, evil women!"
Suddenly, there was a loud cry, and someone dressed in white dashed into the battlefield as fast as thunder; he was filled with a powerful aura!
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