"This kid always fought like he had a death wish, charging right at the front. I was tied down by an Emperor-Class Zombie, and I couldn't get there in time... to save him.
His squad... they're all dead."
Murong Xixi and Xue Yang opened their mouths, wanting to speak, but their throats felt blocked. They couldn't get a single word out.
Bai Yaoyao couldn't help feeling a pang of grief either.
Yes, that was exactly the kind of person Xiao Xiaoshan was.
Back when she had worked with him on a rescue mission and they encountered an avalanche, he had insisted on heading farther out even though the area right beside him was safe.
He hadn't even known whether he could survive, yet he had insisted on saving ordinary people who were of almost no value.
She hadn't understood him then and had laughingly called him an idiot. He hadn't argued, only scratched his head with a goofy smile.
Now, Bai Yaoyao suddenly seemed to understand.
In a sense, Xiao Xiaoshan and Master were the same kind of person.
For the responsibility they carried on their shoulders, they didn't care how much they sacrificed, or even whether they lived.
Everyone from Dark Night suddenly felt terribly sad. They had thought they could get together with their old acquaintances that evening after returning.
Now they realized those old acquaintances... were all gone.
No one had an appetite anymore, much less any desire to celebrate their victory.
They gave Ouyang Ning some supplies and asked him to make arrangements for the Ability Users from Dark Night Base, then returned to the RV to rest.
They also firmly turned down Wang Jingyu's offer to host them.
The battle had only just ended, and he had far too much to do. They all knew