"Mourn not! He's beyond saving."
Yang Cheng sighed. If they had arrived earlier, they might have saved that brother. But now, with his abdomen almost hollowed out, even the Daluo Immortals could do nothing.
"Wuwu... It's all my fault!"
The man couldn't help but cry. Once the ropes on him were untied, he collapsed limply to the ground.
"I'll kill these bastards!"
Enraged, he picked up a sharpened stick from the ground and fiercely stabbed it toward the people on the ground.
Pfft!
Though the stick was sharp, it was still wood. After piercing through two of the Wildmen, it broke inside their bodies.
At this moment, the car door opened, and an old man stepped down, his voice trembling as he shouted: "Hu Zi! Da Shan, is that you?"
"Uncle Pan, it's me."
Da Shan choked on his words, kneeling powerlessly on the ground.
The old man turned on a flashlight, illuminating the road ahead, only to see the disfigured corpse in the middle, already chewed beyond recognition.
"Hu Zi!"
