Mo Yuyao watched as those people, holding weapons, rushed into the corner where Song Yun had previously hidden. Her heart clenched all of a sudden, but she was already unable to help.
"This has really blown up now."
Song Yun took a look around. The entire Yama Palace was just a bunch of buildings linked together, surrounded by a square wall, with no other structures to hide in. The bullet wound he had suffered kept throbbing with sharp pain every time he moved because the bullet was still lodged inside, and blood was continuously oozing out.
Song Yun suddenly felt that this time it might not be so easy to escape.
"Damn it, am I really going to die here?" Song Yun's face rarely showed a trace of ferocity.
"There he is!!" Someone spotted Song Yun hiding in the corner and shouted, charging toward him.
