At this moment, the seven of them were unrecognizable, covered in mud from head to toe, their clothes long since torn to shreds. They looked utterly miserable.
After days of worry and fear, their minds had already been pushed to the breaking point. They did not know when they might suddenly collapse.
It was no exaggeration to say that Lin Kai and Kun Hu's appearance was the Radiance illuminating the road of despair for the seven of them, allowing them to vent and empty out all the negative emotions that had accumulated over so many days.
This was the plight of Survivors after a city had fallen. It could be called miserable beyond measure.
Yet even so, at least they had survived.
Many more had already died here.
The racial war between humanity and Mutant Creatures had nothing to do with right or wrong. It was simply a struggle for survival.
But they were human, and naturally, they viewed the matter from humanity's perspective.
Therefore, the existence of Mutant Creatures was wrong; they would never allow Huaxia to suffer the same fate as Australia.
"Please forgive our excitement. We simply couldn't control ourselves."
"Your arrival truly means too much to us..."
A man expressed his gratitude to Lin Kai and Kun Hu. He had wanted to say more, but as he spoke, his voice began to choke with sobs again.
They had truly waited for this day for far, far too long.
"I understand how you feel."
"But why do you speak Huaxia?"
Although Lin Kai could understand the Survivors' excitement, he was still very curious about this question.
Under normal circumstances, shouldn't they be speaking the Sun Never Sets language?
"Isn't Huaxia the international common language?"
The man who had been wiping away his tears froze when he heard