Published: March 1, 2025
Wen Yu looked around. All the secondary professionals were silent.
"Hehe, that's right, that's right!"
Wen Yu turned his head, trying hard to conceal the anger in his eyes. As the anger gradually dissipated, what followed was a deep sense of powerlessness.
They were absolutely correct. In fact, some of these people didn't even qualify to be cannon fodder; taking them along was completely meaningless!
"Is there anyone else with this idea?"
Wen Yu's cold voice echoed back and forth in the cave.
Then, one hand after another was raised.
There were a total of 12 hands!
This was all the secondary professionals except for the Monkey and Sun Ruixing!
The Touch of Greed in Wen Yu's hand slowly extended, and a fierce killing intent surged forth!
However, what met Wen Yu were 12 pairs of resolute eyes.
"Are you not afraid of death? Are you not afraid of death? You fear the demonic creatures! Don't you fear me?"
Wen Yu roared at everyone.
"Yes, we are afraid of death! It's because we are afraid of death that we raised our hands!"
To Wen Yu's response was surprisingly Sun Aotian!
"Brother Wen, we are certainly afraid that you will kill us, but we are even more afraid of despair! Every time you say itâs time to set out, we know someone will die. Who is it? It definitely wonât be you third-level professionals! You have healing potions, you have power, but what do we have?"
"We have nothing, and we can only wait for death to come again and again!"
"Every time we set out, we think about how many will die this time and who will be the one."
"Brother Wen, do you understand that feeling? The reason we survive is purely based on luck; itâs because the demonic creatures havenât charged in our direction that we are still alive!"
"It feels like someone is pointing a gun at my head, and I donât know if there are bullets in it! Just listening to the âclick, clickâ of the empty gun, every time we are attacked, I am shaking!"
"Death is not terrifying; waiting for death is whatâs terrifying."
"I'm sorry, our courage has been worn away..."
Looking at Sun Aotian's tearful and desperate eyes, Wen Yu suddenly felt disinterested.
Different levels bring different thoughts.
What he thought about was how to complete the task, while these secondary professionals were only thinking about how to survive!
The apocalypse is often more cruel to the weak.
"Forget it, let's just forget it."
Wen Yu sighed as he retracted his claws.
He turned to Jiang Wentao and said,
"Leave them some food."
After saying this, Wen Yu immediately walked to a corner and quietly rested.
"Thank you..."
Thankful voices rose and fell.
They chose to tie their lives to Wen Yu and the others.
This is the tragedy of the weak!
They don't even have the ability to control their own fate, only able to passively endure the consequences.
But, in the eyes of stronger beings, wasn't Wen Yu also a weakling?
...
The night spread.
In the silent night, a few lonely figures strolled through the swirling yellow sand.
Wen Yu, Jiang Wentao, Chu Ziling, William, the Monkey, and Sun Ruixing!
Plus the Fourth Prince in William's arms!
Seven people.
This was the remaining escort team!
The decrease in numbers does not mean a reduction in burden.
In fact, as long as they were still carrying the Fourth Prince, everyoneâs burden would not lighten.
The speed of the group remained within a range acceptable for the Fourth Prince.
Although slow, it was resolute!
Having just experienced the turmoil from other professionals, the atmosphere among the few people was indescribably heavy.
"Thank you, you did well! You didnât point the butcherâs knife at the weak."
The one who spoke was William!
Wen Yu scoffed.
"It's not because of some virtue; it's just that Iâm afraid of getting my hands dirty by killing these pitiful creatures!"
To Wen Yu's response was William's affirming voice.
"No, you know the reason. Youâre not a good person, but you are a person!"
Wen Yu remained silent.
In fact, even in Wen Yu's heart, he had to admit that facing pairs of desperate eyes, his heart trembled!