Chapter 180: Rising Wind, Scudding Clouds
At this moment, Wyatt Barnes heard a commotion coming from the front yard of the mansion, knowing that their movement had alerted others.
Under the woman’s frightened gaze, Wyatt raised his eyebrows and knocked her unconscious with a wave of his hand before chasing out of the window.
After all, his face was still covered, so he was not worried about being recognized.
Outside the window was the backyard of this mansion, where Aaron Simmons now laid lifeless against the wall, clearly unsuccessful in his escape.
It made sense.
How could a Sixth-Order Original Infant Realm martial artist possibly escape under the joint attack of two Seventh-Order Original Infant Realm martial artists?
At this time, Frank Graham took the Storage Ring from Aaron’s body and respectfully handed it to Wyatt, "Young Master."
"Let’s go!"
Wyatt made a few quick strides to the wall, exerted force in his legs, and his Origin Force surged.
Above his head, the strength of a dozen ancient behemoths flashed and disappeared, directly leaping over the enclosing wall to the outside of the mansion.