In a daze, Shen Luo saw the dark drowsy night, the chaotic crowds fleeing in all directions, the flames swaying like fresh blood, and the collapsing black city wall ahead.
Following the sound of cries, he turned his head and saw a gigantic Black Wolf, one of its Sharp Claws pressing down on a head smeared with bloodstains, the person suppressed beneath was looking at him with eyes full of pleading.
Blood and foam continuously overflowed from the person's mouth, there wasn't much air that could be inhaled into the violently heaving chest, looking as if their life would soon drain away, dying under the wolf's claws.
Shen Luo stared blankly at that figure at death's door, feeling somewhat familiar, yet no matter how he tried, he couldn't remember who he was?
At that moment, he even forgot why he was here.
"Shen Luo, save me, save... me..." the hoarse voice was full of a craving for life.
Suddenly, a name abruptly jumped into Shen Luo's mind: "Yu Meng..."
