No one looked back.
Because the people ahead were running.
And because the only order from above was to retreat.
Even when they heard cries for help from old friends being swallowed by the monster tide behind them, they could only glance back once; their sprinting steps forward could not stop.
Once they stopped.
They would be the ones buried by the monster tide!
And those being swallowed by the monster tide, in their final moments, could only turn their heads, screaming hysterically at the old friends who looked back, "Old Li, take care of my mother for me!"
When he finished speaking.
Dozens of Demons surged forward together and tore him to pieces.
"I will." The man who heard his old friend's final shout instantly had his eyes redden, then gritted his teeth and sprinted forward at full speed.
He wanted to live.
If he died, who would take care of his friend's mother?
Scenes like this were playing out on many people.
