Lin Mo didn't consider himself some bleeding-heart saint, overflowing with sympathy, but he was still a normal person. Seeing a scene like this, he couldn't help but be moved.
As an ordinary man, that father might not have had the strength to stop so many Goblins, but as a father, he would never have let those monsters harm his daughter before he drew his last breath.
Perhaps it was precisely because of the father's efforts that Lin Mo had enough time to arrive and save the girl who was about to be assaulted.
But the situation was critical. There was no time for sentiment or consolation. Lin Mo could only give her a quick instruction to run back the way they had come before hurrying off to find the next Goblin.
The sky grew darker, and the tragedies in Falling Leaves Village continued to multiply.
