"The Demons, they've been lured away?"
Lin Tianhai breathed heavily, drenched in blood, and looked towards a direction where flames blazed.
"We're... we're saved."
"SOB, SOB... Old Wang, hang in there! ...Ah, these damned beasts!"
"My son? Where did my son Xiao Tian go?"
"Stop talking! Treat the Pet Beasts!"
Originally, their Adventurer's Guild had over thirty members, but now, fewer than ten survived.
What brought the Beast Tamers the most despair was not just the tragic deaths of their adventuring companions and their Pet Beasts in battle, but also the terrible misfortune that had befallen their own children. These three devastating blows struck one after another.
