My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 120

The Terranova ninja’s sword pierced Cillian’s stomach. He went flying backward and eventually got pinned to one of the mansion’s walls.

Meanwhile, the Terranova ninja’s body split into two halves because of Cillian’s sword aura.

The remaining corpses still under control picked up knives and dashed toward the mansion.

Lloyd slammed his hands to the ground before he got to his feet and stood in front of the mansion’s door.

He had a determined look in his eyes as if he were ready to sacrifice his life then and there.

Zakariah got to his feet and picked up a longsword from the ground before walking over to stand next to Lloyd.

George, who had lost one of his feet, leaped into the air and landed beside them.

Janson took a deep breath. “If I die today protecting the warden, I will have no regrets!”

He slowly made his way toward the other three after finishing his sentence.

The four stood shoulder to shoulder and exchanged smiles.

Over thirty killers waved their weapons over their heads as they charged toward the four.

The immense pressure was enough for them to find it difficult to catch their breath.

After two hours of intense battling, they had already used all their inner energy.

they had no energy left to

they had even

thirty figures had reached the front of the four people.

mansion’s door

said in a falsely confident tone, “Come at me if you have the guts to do so…”

Skadi’s voice, they brushed past the four men and dashed

hurriedly got out of

with his heavenly sword and weaved through the thirty killers like a

and flesh flew wherever

were reduced to

straw hut up

voodoo dolls on the table burst into

you, Master Nash… Just you wait…”

the Zell’s mansion.

living

bed and drew a thin blanket over

flushed red, and he seemed to be in good

with his feet crossed underneath him and used his inner energy to

Cillian and asked nervously, “Cillian, are

looked at the two bloody wounds on his chest and stomach before saying calmly, “I’m alright…” Zakariah, who was lying on the ground, asked sullenly, “Aren’t you

“Ah… grandpa…”

and hurried over

pale as he retrieved the twenty-four snake-shaped golden needles