Nuannuan groaned softly and closed her eyes again.
"Who else could it be but that old scoundrel, Hebrew."
"We encountered the undead and zombies, and had no choice but to join forces with Hebrew to fight the undead."
"But for some reason, the undead suddenly changed direction. I was caught off guard and was ambushed by Hebrew from behind, allowing him to succeed."
Saying this, Nuannuan was full of expression.
"Uncle, you were so handsome. We all saw you destroy countless undead with a single palm strike. I had no idea the power of a Martial Artist could reach such earth-shattering levels."
As Nuannuan spoke, Yang Fei felt a realization dawning in his heart.
Originally, Hebrew and Nuannuan had joined forces against the enemy, but this treacherous old scoundrel, seeing the undead retreat, suddenly turned against her, severely injuring Nuannuan.
