But such speculation was pointless; in fact, everything had happened.
Xiao Hei was also covered in scratches, his face marred by dried bloodstains, his hair dampened by sweat, and his whole person more ragged than ever before.
Hiding in a corner, he listened to the desperate cries for help and the gut-wrenching sobs around him, trembling as he fished out a communication device from his chest.
He kept dialing, and dialing, and dialing again.
For many days before, he had been persistently calling that number, but never once had there been a response.
This time he was more frantic than ever, mumbling incessantly, "Pick up, pick up, I beg you, please pick up..."
Watching the signal light dim once more, he couldn't help but collapse into loud wails.
This communicator was for direct signals between him and the Lord.
Ever since the Lord had vanished, the signal light on the communicator had never been lit.
