Kapitel 341: Chapter 167: Merely a Fatal Wound, Not Fatal at All_2

"What about after that?"

The Silver Mage said with a bitter smile, "How will you extract the flesh? If your life heads down the wrong evolutionary path, it will be very difficult to correct later."

"I have my ways!"

Philomena answered confidently. Now wasn't the time to consider so much; survival was the first priority, and only by staying alive would they have the luxury of being selective.

She led the team members out of Church headquarters. Having suffered heavy casualties was a grave dereliction of duty. The remaining people had to survive; it was her responsibility and determination as a leader.

The group took a moment to regroup on the spot, surrounding the briefcase in their midst, then followed Philomena into the fifth floor of the hotel.

To be precise, there was no longer a fifth floor; the Death Essence had eroded it, completely erasing the space where the fifth level once had been.