"Hehehehe...
You bitches, why don't you keep running?
Watch me kill you all, one by one!"
Zhao Yuan pointed his spear at Ying Ming Hao and the others, laughing with wild arrogance, as though venting every last bit of the savage pleasure inside him.
"Heeheehee, Junior Brother Ying, let your big sister give you some tender loving care this time..."
Su Mei wore a wicked grin and kept casting seductive glances at Ying Ming Hao, her expression practically begging for a beating.
"Junior Brother Ming Hao, once we break through their encirclement, you leave first. We'll stay behind and cover your retreat!"
Junior Sister Lin gritted her teeth as she spoke, clutching the sword wound in her belly. Blood drenched her entire body.
Looking around, Fatty Zhang, Lin Qi, and dozens of others were all gravely wounded, forming a protective circle.
At its center were Ying Ming Hao and several of the most severely wounded. A bloody spear wound had pierced straight through Ying Ming Hao's abdomen.
Outside the circle, Zhao Yuan, Luo Bai, Luo Junhang, and countless enemies, familiar and unfamiliar alike, packed together in a dense mass, trapping Ying Ming Hao and the others in their midst.
"No, Senior Sister Lin! If we die, we die together. If we escape, we all escape together. I'll never abandon you and run for my life alone!"
Ying Ming Hao spoke with unwavering resolve, gripping a gigantic blood-red Bone Scythe. Blood continued to gather on its blade and drip down.
"Junior Brother Ming Hao, rather than all of us dying here, you should live on, grow stronger, and avenge us!
We'll fight with everything we have to carve out a bloody path. Don't look back. Just run straight into the distance. Don't let our hopes be in vain!"
Fatty Zhang