The people behind Luo Yirui also turned and ran, taking a few steps uphill and immediately seeing vague shadows on the walls, with wide robes and soullessly swaying figures filling them with dread.
"There are so many behind as well!" Little Fatty shouted.
Luo Yirui's expression was grave, as there were at least ten behind them, and the number blocking them in front wasn't less than this. Earlier, they had exhausted themselves fighting nine Vertical Pupils, and now with so many, how could they win?
No matter how they thought about it, winning was impossible!
Fu Xuan Ge squinted his eyes; even if Hou Baiyu were here, he would probably be helpless.
Little Fatty looked at Luo Yirui, "What should we do?"
Luo Yirui turned and climbed up to the small window, looking around, realizing there wasn't much possibility for climbing. This was likely the fourth floor, with each floor over three meters high, making it at least over ten meters. Jumping down would be certain death.
