The people behind, having trekked from the southwest, were utterly exhausted; they were dizzy after just a kilometer.
They felt as if they were about to collapse entirely.
Watching Xiao Ye running farther and farther away, the three panted heavily, gritted their teeth, and still pursued.
They had no choice but to chase; if the boy escaped and returned to the Satellite City, they would surely die.
However, Xiao Ye's running speed was exceptionally fast.
His young, fit body, coupled with his concern for Old Huang's life, enabled him to unleash tremendous potential.
Although Old Huang and he were not blood-related, Old Huang always called him grandson, never admitting it himself. Yet, in this doomsday, they had experienced too much together.
Though he never said it, he had long treated him as a real family member.
Just now, even leaving the only chance to survive for him made him unbearably uncomfortable.
"Old Huang, wait for me, wait for me to save you!"
