"We have no chance of winning now… Survival is the only… future we have!"
Xu Youzhen bit his lip hard upon hearing those words, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth.
They will all die here; it's just a matter of time. What future is there to speak of?
He wanted to cry out loud, wanted to charge out regardless of everything, but Wu Ying's words and his lingering rationality calmed him down.
Those outside the Secret Realm might find a one-month opening too brief, the opportunities fleeting.
But for those within the Secret Realm's remains in Black Mountain City, every day and every moment felt interminably eternal.
They hid in dark corners, listening to the distant roars of spirit beasts and the dying screams of their compatriots, sensing the bloody scent in the Spiritual Qi, with their hearts in their throats, counting seconds as years.
.....
No one knew how long it had been before a faint "rustling" sound approached, gradually growing audible to both of them.
