"Yang Pan, if one more person from Overlord Stronghold dies, you can watch Yang Huaimin die."
Inside Congress, Xiao Yuan angrily hung up the phone.
She drove everyone out of the room.
Her knees slowly bent, and tears spilled from her eyes.
The brothers of Overlord Stronghold were not family, but they were closer than family.
Er Pang had been the most easygoing of her older brothers.
He had looked silly and simple, but he had actually been the most thoughtful.
When Little White Tiger had been wronged in Chun Prefecture, he had brought his men into the fray without a second thought.
"Darling, I'm sorry... I... couldn't save Second Brother." Xiao Yuan stared at Little White Tiger's photograph, tears streaming down her face.
She dared not cry aloud.
Because Lei Zi was still outside the door.
Even with her nails digging into her palms, she dared not make a sound.
At the airport.
The battle continued.
The Demon God's towering body blotted out the sky, shrouding half the city in its shadow.
The legendary Demon God was terrifying indeed.
His unrivaled demonic aura had even forced back the Buddhist light for a time.
The people of Overlord Stronghold looked helplessly at the demonic figure towering above even the Buddha and sank into despair.
"Hahaha! Before the Demon God, humans are so insignificant!"
Wells landed on the Demon God's shoulder and waved a finger as though he held the whole world in contempt. "Accept your deaths."
"First Master, you all go first!"
"Cover First Master! First Master, go!"
"Brothers, cover First Master's retreat!"
"Men of Overlord Stronghold, hold your heads high! We won't kneel even in Hell!"
Rat-tat-tat!
A hail of bullets whistled through the air.
Even though they could not so much as graze the Demon God's skin,