34. Alliance

When the Dead's forces broke through the Demon Race and Undead Race's main encirclement, it was still not even eleven at night.

Besides the bright full moon, there was mostly only darkness stretching beyond the horizon.

At that moment, Flame Bird soared over the Dead's forces with Yimo and the other two. Its Flame skill had long since exceeded its duration.

Although Ning Yuyu couldn't do much more to help, she had been watching the Dead's breakout the entire time from atop Flame Bird.

Now, with the number of demons and undead visibly dwindling, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and settled against Yimo's chest.

Ning Yuyu looked up at Yimo's somewhat stiff expression. Knowing that, as the main initiator of this breakout, he was under even greater pressure, she rubbed her back against him. "Uncle, we've broken through."

At her words, Yimo's tense shoulders and back finally relaxed a little.

He looked at Ning Yuyu, whose face was somewhat pale, and nodded. "Mm."

They had broken through.

But of the original 986 people, there were probably fewer than 200 left...

Just over half an hour ago, those who had died had still been standing on the same ground as him, breathing the same air.

To most Death Game Players, perhaps this was merely a game, and the lives of NPCs had nothing to do with them.

But the more Death Games Yimo played, the harder it became for him to see the people he met in them as fictional beings.

Inside the bag Yimo carried were still those thick sheets of paper.

They recorded every member of the Dead's name, age, personal circumstances... and dreams!

Those people had worked hard to move forward and to stay alive.

Most of them were even more real and vibrant than he