Several members of the Huo Family's Hidden Guard, standing inside the dilapidated church, felt the aura of fury and impatience emanating from Qin Ruan and instinctively began moving away from this dark and eerie place.
Unfortunately, they were still a step too late.
The dark red crucifix shrouded in cobwebs began to seep black blood, and the thick scent of rotting blood instantly spread.
"Bang!"
The ancient wooden doors of the church were slammed shut by an unknown force, creating a thunderous noise.
At the first sign of danger, the Hidden Guard reacted swiftly, using their bodies to shield Qin Ruan within a safe zone.
"Damn!" Qin Ruan took a deep breath, still unable to withhold a curse under her breath.
She was capable of protecting herself, but the guards by her side struggled to contend with whatever was hidden within the church.
