Su Baifeng ran with Lian Fangcheng, but her speed was moderate. By the time she reached the courtyard door of Lian Fangcheng's stone house, a large gust of wind blew in front of her. The terrifying black mass of wind made people feel afraid just by looking at it. Even if it did not reach her fully, just a small puff injured her. Even her face was not let off.
A couple of her followers were a little slow. They were blown away and then torn apart by the wind, letting out extremely tragic cries.
"Ah…"
Su Baifeng was scared out of her wits. With trembling legs, she still quickened her pace and followed Lian Fangcheng into the house.
Huangyi and the other subordinates also realized the severity of the matter. They dashed into the house with Su Baifeng. The slow-runners suffered quite a few injuries. Some had grievous injuries and were almost half dead.
