Tang Xin held the gun horizontally in front of her. With her power, she was not enough to contend with those puppets, causing her whole body to be flung backward, crashing into the stone wall. Two bloodied furrows appeared on her arms, large patches of festering marks spreading!
The sharp pain made her groan, her consciousness nearly drained. However, the crisis in front of her allowed no time for thought. She struggled to get up from the ground, ignoring the pain and injuries on her body, crawling and rolling to dodge the subsequent attacks of the puppets.
The blond-haired girl was not by her side; she could only rely on herself now.
The battle below continued, and she couldn't afford to be a burden to them at this moment.
