His voice was as light as a fallen leaf, scattered by the sea wind the moment it blew.
Then he suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot, and was about to charge off.
Just then, a hand reached from behind and seized his shoulder.
"Don't go."
"What your father traded his life for was your chance to live."
Meng Xinghe's body trembled violently. His fists clenched with loud cracks, while tears silently slid from the corners of his eyes. Mixed with the blood and dust on his face, they became streaks of dark red.
He opened and closed his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat felt as though it had been blocked by something. He could not utter a single word.
Li Bufan said nothing more.
He raised his head and looked past Meng Xinghe's shoulder toward the heavily wounded giant beast on the sea and the masses of Sea Demons still surging in madly.
The defensive line atop the city wall was already on the verge of collapse.
The formation had completely crumbled with Meng Changyuan's self-detonation. Sea Demons surged in like a black tide, clashing with the soldiers and martial artists.
Although the soldiers resisted with their lives, the difference in numbers was too great. People fell with every passing moment.
A young soldier was tackled by three Sea Demons at once. His short blade pierced one Sea Demon's throat, but the sharp claws of the other two simultaneously tore open his chest.
When he fell, his eyes were still open, gazing at the gray sky.
Li Bufan's fists clenched tight.
With the aid of the pills, his Spirit Force had recovered somewhat, but he was still far from being able to fight.
Yet he knew he could not simply stand by and watch.
There were still