Such self-destruction was an unprecedented and terrifying disaster. In the midst of such a disaster, no one could possibly survive.
As the old man walked along, the number of survivors dwindled. Everyone understood that disaster was coming.
This old man intended to destroy everything. Everyone in the hotel would be caught up in it!
People kept collapsing to the ground, while others, losing control, leaped toward the windows. But it was completely pointless. Even if they jumped down, they would be killed by the evil spirits surrounding the building.
To survive, the terrified survivors crowded toward the upper floors. More and more people gathered, and by then everyone understood that the old man was invincible. Running was the only way to stay alive.
They ran upward like that, continuing higher and higher. But the farther they ran, the narrower the space above became.
Even though they knew it was a dead end, they had no choice. There was simply nothing they could do.
At that moment, Liu Ling'er and the others were also running frantically, their faces filled with terror.
Carrying Chu Zhaixing on his back, Wuxin gritted his teeth. "Why don't we fight him?"
"No. We have to wait for my husband to come back. I don't know where he went," Bai Xue said.
"This is troublesome. That old man is extremely difficult to deal with," Wuxin said.
Thus, they continued sprinting upward. Before long, the rooftop was packed with people. There were far too many of them.
They were crammed together, shoulder to shoulder, body pressed against body, every face filled with fear.
Wuxin and the others hid to one side, their faces filled with despair.
"We have nowhere left to retreat. We can only fight to the death," Wuxin said through gritted teeth.
Bai Xue glanced outside