This short sentence made Hong Qitian's old face freeze slightly.
Not holding out until New Year... What does that mean?
It means that the very frontline defended by Hong Qitian against the invading powers of the Other Space Gods is about to collapse.
It means that the door isolating the true apocalyptic disaster might soon be pushed open.
The consequence will be a catastrophic disaster sweeping across the whole world.
Hong Qitian's aged body trembled almost imperceptibly, but he quickly steadied himself.
He fixed his gaze on his son's exhausted, almost depleted appearance.
His stiff expression suddenly melted away like snow and ice dissolving.
He actually shook his head and let out a low chuckle, deep and raspy.
There was no blame or disappointment in it.
Only a trace of heartache.
And a kind of settled relief.
Hong Qitian laughed and walked slowly over to the side of the sofa.
