Gude lunged forward fiercely, slashing down with a claw.
The claw passed through Lu Ke's body but caused no harm.
An illusion!?
Clearly it was the real body, yet it suddenly turned into an illusion?
Gude froze on the spot, looking utterly bewildered.
After a moment of silence, he snapped back to reality and immediately returned to Nie Wushuang's side.
Having suffered consecutive setbacks, unable to even touch the opponent's hem, his heart was now ashen, devoid of any fighting spirit.
He glanced at the dagger lodged in Emily's abdomen and shouted, "Retreat, retreat immediately!"
As he finished speaking, he extended a furry wolf's claw, grabbing Nie Wushuang's hand, saying, "Miss Wushuang, let's go, I'll get you out of here."
"What about them?"
Nie Wushuang asked.
Gude replied, "We don't have time to worry about them now, let's go quickly and let them hold off the Dark Holy See's people."
"Gude, you really are too..."
Nie Wushuang shook off Gude's hand, too angry to speak.
