At this moment, in the forest, more than ten figures transformed into a stream of light and rushed into the distance.
Upon closer inspection, they were Fiona and her group.
However, they were currently in an extremely sorry state. From time to time, they would turn their heads to look behind them, as though they were avoiding some pursuers.
The wings on Fiona's back flapped. The bronze spear in her hand pierced the air in front of her, reducing the air resistance to the minimum. At the same time, it allowed the group behind her to move a little faster.
"Lady Fiona, how much longer do we have to continue like this?"
A young lady behind Fiona said somewhat anxiously.
They had been discovered by the demons a week ago. However, after fleeing for a week, not only did they fail to shake off the demons behind them, but it was also because of Fiona's misdirection that two angels had died tragically at the hands of the demons.