Everyone was stunned by the statement.
What did that sentence mean?
Was she really just a victim, and the Disaster Level supernatural creature disappeared right under their noses?
Xu Xiaoyou didn't lower her raised hand, leaning her body forward.
The association members present sensed the lingering supernatural aura on the girl and stepped back in unison. One particularly sturdy member reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, aiming his mimicry weapon at Xu Xiaoyou's face: "Back off, back off!"
Xu Xiaoyou showed helplessness: "Is this how you treat a victim?"
Her complexion was pale, her lips a bluish hue, her tone exhausted and weak, looking every bit like a victim of an accident.
Suddenly, Xu Xiaoyou's breathing grew rapid, as if each breath was a huge burden, sweat trickling from her forehead, giving an appearance of someone on the verge of collapse.
