“Run. Quick, run!”

“Hurry, senior!”

Quincy Zoppins shouted. His entire body trembled.

A large part of his calf had been cut off, and he’d lost a lot of blood. At this point, there was no way he was walking on his own. Naturally, Zayne York was the one who carried him.

Hence, he could see the scene behind everyone by looking up.

He could see a ten-meter-tall figure shouting in the blood river with his head lifted.

That person didn’t have a physical body but was formed by the blood river’s w