With the sounds echoing.
Five headless corpses lay scattered on the ground.
One of them was startlingly close to Zhong Menjing; the sensation of something flying past his neck still lingered as the person next to him fell.
"Haah... Haah..."
Zhong Menjing gasped for air, his heart ashen, and he nearly despaired as he looked towards the Thousand Households but found him slowly closing his eyes as if waiting for the inevitable fate, with no intention to resist, let alone save himself.
Thousand Households... had accepted his fate??
No! No, no, no!!
The Thousand Households I know would never just accept his fate like this!
Even in the most difficult and desperate situations, he would erupt with astonishing power, leading everyone out of peril!
His unyielding spirit, his perpetual struggle, that's why I've always followed him!
They're just some demons... just some demons!!!
Zhong Menjing opened his mouth to scream, but suddenly heard a voice he couldn't believe.
