Watching the BOSS rush into the Lord's Mansion, the players panicked and swarmed forward without worrying about anything like death.
"Damn!"
"Father!!! Run away quickly!"
"Quick! Protect him!"
...
The Lord's Mansion of Black Wind Castle stood quietly outside the flames of war, surrounded by thick walls. The three-story obsidian building gleamed with cold magic lights in the night, forming a stark contrast with the burning Goblin community in the distance.
Luo Yan stood on the terrace of the Lord's Mansion, hands folded, gazing at the scarlet sky, a faint and elusive smile on his lips.
He knew his father would come to save him.
This was his biggest trump card.
And also the source of the ninety percent confidence he mentioned when talking with Feistin.
From the moment Zakro stepped into Black Wind Castle, his fate of inevitable death was sealed. Even if all the Demons in the Demon City wanted him to live, he wouldn't escape the desire of one person wanting him dead—
