"I don't think I can keep going. This time, I might really be done for."
Chen Ming panted heavily, his face pale. He staggered and nearly fell to the ground.
Sun Yuhang hurried forward and supported him with one hand.
But the tide of monsters surged around them, still relentlessly charging upward.
Yan Siyuan and the others immediately came over to help, doing their utmost to kill the monsters.
Among them, only Cheng Luoyi and Sun Xiaoqiang were powerful enough to handle things relatively easily. The rest had all fallen into bitter fights.
And as their stamina drained away, their situation grew increasingly dangerous.
Seeing this, Chen Ming spoke weakly.
"I... I'm holding everyone back. Maybe... you should just leave me and break out with Luo Yi!"
"Oh, sure."
Sun Yuhang agreed and immediately let go of him.
"Huh? You..."
Chen Ming swayed, nearly falling again.
Was he really that decisive?
They were teammates who had been through life-and-death situations together. Why did it feel like he had no feelings at all...
Sun Xiaoqiang thought for a moment before speaking.
"Uncle Chen has made many contributions to the shelter, and he's saved lots of other people too."
"Mm, that's more like it."
Chen Ming muttered to himself. Xiaoqiang might have been a little foolish, but he was loyal and sentimental. From what he said, he clearly couldn't bear to abandon him.
But Sun Xiaoqiang continued.
"So when we get back, we have to give Uncle Chen a grand funeral feast. A feast, a feast!"
"Uh..." Chen Ming's face instantly darkened. So he wasn't worried about him at all—he was thinking about going back to eat at the funeral feast.
The monster tide around them continued to surge, and quite a few Zombie Sea Serpents burrowed out from the ruins below.