"They look like a pack of dogs."
Covered in wounds, Sun Wen leaned weakly against the wall by the entrance, panting as he watched those fanatical believers. For the sake of their so-called "faith," even the humanity in their eyes was gradually wearing away, leaving only the most primitive animal urges.
That wild madness.
It was rather pitiful.
Compared to what lay beyond Demon-Suppressing Pass, it was as though these people before him were the real beasts.
Sitting beside him, equally badly wounded, was Mu Yu.
Mu Yu gave a bleak smile. "Feels like we're going to die here today. If Yu Sheng were here... what would he do..."
Mu Yu fell into a daze.
Sun Wen barely managed to prop himself upright. Watching Tail-Ender, Zhao Zicheng, and the others still fighting in the distance, he seemed to remember something and suddenly asked, "Afraid of dying?"
"Heh, with the Human Race's biggest rich boy dying alongside me, you're asking if I'm afraid?"
Mu Yu scoffed, without the usual gloominess.
Sun Wen smiled, shook his head, and fell silent again.
A long while passed...
"Do you think... Yu Sheng will come?" Sun Wen asked.
Mu Yu thought for a moment. "He probably will, but I actually don't want him coming back right now..."
Sun Wen gazed at the sky, slightly dazed. Only after a long while did he continue, "But I always feel there's actually a barrier between Yu Sheng and us."
"He's... very cautious."
"He's never truly trusted me."
"Maybe that's just how things are in Sin City."
"But actually... I really do see him as a friend."
"Sigh."
With a soft sigh, the two fell silent again, doing their best to recover their strength.
Zhao Zicheng, who stood out the most, seemed to have inexhaustible strength. With the Sandbag