"But, those ordinary people..." Sun Ruixing said hesitantly.
The so-called 'saint' isn't necessarily brainless. Sun Ruixing's saintliness, at its core, was about caring for the lives of the people in the camp. He wasn't the type to, knowing the full situation, actually join Zhang Wenhu and the others to block the Demon Realm's Gate; Sun Ruixing simply wouldn't do such a thing.
"Zhang Wenhu won't let those ordinary people escape; he still needs a substantial number of workers to build defense measures!"
"Big Brother Sun, you should understand, you're not omnipotent—and neither am I!"
"In this situation, without knowing the quantity and quality of the Demon Tribe, all I can do is overestimate their strength as much as possible."
"Let alone them not leaving; even if they did follow me, I couldn't promise to guarantee their safety."
Wen Yu sighed and patted Sun Ruixing's shoulder. "People ultimately have to rely on themselves to survive. My abilities are limited!"
