"Old Li, take my son and go! Quickly!"
After saying these words, Zhang Wenhu seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.
"But..." Li Shanlin seemed to want to say something else, but Zhang Lifei pulled him back.
"Let's go, Uncle Shanlin. There's no hope left..." Zhang Lifei's eyes were filled with tears, his head lowered, unable to look at Zhang Wenhu.
Upon hearing Zhang Lifei's seemingly heartless words, Zhang Wenhu just laughed.
With rough hands, he gently wiped the tears from his son's eyes and nodded solemnly. "You are good, truly worthy of being my, Zhang Wenhu's, son. Dad won't say much more. Remember this: survive! No matter what, you must survive!"
Looking at Zhang Lifei sobbing, Zhang Wenhu patted his son's shoulder, then turned his head and stared at the increasing number of Demon Fiends.
"The rest of you, stay here."
