Chapter 754: Praying Magic
"Why?" Cheyenne stared blankly at the familiar face right in front of her. Her pale complexion resembled a sheet of paper, still recovering from old wounds.
Her eyes were already moist, with her pupils constricting involuntarily. She felt a sourness in her nose and a tightness in her throat.
Ignoring the wound on his head, Benson moved gently to disarm the dagger in her hand and chuckled softly, "Only my blood can kill her."
"No... You're in no condition to do it now. Isn't there any other way?" Cheyenne pleaded. Perhaps blowing this place up and turning it into ruins would work?
Seemingly understanding her thoughts, Benson tenderly and resolutely dissuaded her, "Cheyenne, there are still many innocent people here."
If an explosion were to occur, so many people would be trapped in this nightmare and there wouldn't be enough time to escape.
Hearing his words, Cheyenne swiftly scanned their surroundings. Many were already foaming at the mouth, and those with wavering wills were eve

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