Jiang Feng turned to Yang Wenzhao and Duan Yi. Under Murong Xian'er's treatment, their severe injuries had mostly healed, and their broken bones had been set.
"Martial Uncle."
"Brother Jiang."
Both men called out, their hearts heavy, as though they had yet to escape their grief.
All their companions were dead. Of the two Demon Hunt Squads, only the two of them remained. Everyone else had died at the hands of the Demon Race-or, more precisely, at the hands of the Dragon Knight Demon God Asmodeus.
"The Dragon Knight Demon God Asmodeus has paid with his life," Jiang Feng said. "What do you plan to do next?"
Both men shook their heads blankly. Although their injuries had healed, they felt as though every ounce of strength had been drained from them. They sat there helplessly, unable even to lift their heads.
It was clear that the blow their squads had suffered had been utterly devastating to both of them.
Had they not been of some value to the Dragon Knight Demon God, they would surely have been killed outright, just like their companions.
Before the Dragon Knight Demon God Asmodeus, they had been far too weak to mount any meaningful resistance.
When the Dragon Knight Demon God captured them, they had even tried to kill themselves and join their companions in death, but Asmodeus had stopped them.
Seeing their dejected faces, Jiang Feng felt his anger rise.
If he had not gone to rescue them, he would never have encountered the Moon Demon God Agares. That battle had been the hardest the Jiang Feng Demon Hunt Squad had faced since its formation.
Damn it, my whole body still aches in waves.
Did I pay such a terrible price just to save these two?
Actually, all that was manageable. The problem