Wan Xiaozhou leaned against the door, gasping for breath, inhaling the fresh air; she truly thought she was about to die just moments ago.
That suffocating feeling, even though several minutes had passed, still lingered in her throat, leaving her heart palpitating with residual fear.
Even now, she felt as if a pair of hands were tightly squeezing her neck, preventing her from catching her breath.
If Fang Xiaocao were here, seeing Wan Xiaozhou's current state, she would definitely be able to tell that Wan Xiaozhou was experiencing a psychological shadow.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway.
And the sounds of intense fighting!
Listening to the noises, Wan Xiaozhou knew it was Taotie fighting against Helan Xiaoyue and her pursuers.
Hearing Taotie's roars, Wan Xiaozhou shivered unconsciously, instinctively hugging herself.