The captain did not specify who.
But several people in their fifties, already advanced in years, as well as a few who were injured and unable to go far, stepped forward without saying a word.
They were old.
The remaining young people were the hope of the future.
Some of them still had family in the city.
Yet they chose to stay without hesitation.
The others were filled with grief and indignation, but not one of them looked back or slowed their steps.
With heavy prey on their backs, they quickly left the mountain forest.
What they carried was the hope of the entire city.
The hunting party could die, but they could not all be wiped out.
Even though they knew this was merely prolonging their final struggle.
The prey they had hunted could only meet the needs of some people.
It was nowhere near enough to supply the entire city.
"You two, get out of here too!"
The captain roared at Shattered Soul and Terminus.
Shattered Soul sighed.
He had not intended to make a move.
Shattered Soul drew the weapon at his waist, a long blade he had commissioned from a craftsman in the city.
Though his heavy sword possessed formidable attack power, the moment he took it out, even a ghost could tell he was no ordinary person.
So he could only keep the heavy sword in his spatial equipment.
This long blade was merely an ordinary weapon, but it was enough for him.
After all, these monsters were only ordinary mutated creatures.
Gripping the long blade, he took a stance. With a push of his feet, he shot forward like a cannonball.
His body spun.
The blade came down with the rotation of his body.
Pfft!
A mutated monster was sliced in half at the