Bab 200: Chapter 200 The Ritual Begins

Carl's face was dripping with cold sweat; the torment of this night was more than all the Demon Hunting Missions he had ever undertaken combined.

He finally understood the powerlessness that ordinary people felt.

Alone, he could have run away if he couldn't win, but years of friendship made it hard for him to abandon his companions.

Afterward, fear snowballed, and the situation became uncontrollable.

Carl watched Lawrence, who was hiding on the other side of the door. The usually irritable young man had only calmness in his eyes now.

He just took a deep breath and gripped his gun tightly.

Click click.

The woman's footsteps were getting closer, and Carl felt he could no longer control his rapid breathing.

Just as the woman was only three to five steps away from the door, determination flashed across Lawrence's eyes, and he suddenly sprang out from behind it!

Bang bang bang!

Three consecutive bullets drilled into the woman's eye sockets!

"Run!"