C1738 The Late Smoke

"False Forbidden Spell, throw it out!" Han Shasha shouted loudly. Her wet hair was stained on her face, but she did not care. She stared at the surging Devil Soldier, which was like a black mass.

"It's useless. Let's retreat." Wind-borne Breaking Wolf didn't have any strength.

"We can't retreat. If we retreat, there will be nothing left." Han Shasha gritted her teeth