Life Hanging By A Thread

"We'll try to kill as many beasts and carve out a path. Wang Yu, take them and quickly leave! Be sure to escape!" The middle-aged man uttered in a desperate voice. His body was bruised and battered, blood stained the lapel of his coat and his arm was scratched by a fierce beast. The wound was so deep that even his bone could be seen.

Even this middle-aged man was so badly injured, not to mention the others.

When their group arrived here, there were only thirty or so people left, and at this time, each one of them had various injuries on their bodies, with blood stained robes and they were all in a sorry state.

Even so, none of them took a step back. On the contrary, those who were older and stronger, all formed a protective circle, protecting the noble young sons and daughters in the middle and Wang Yu, was also in their protection circle.