"Good grief, I'm really something else!"
Wang Hao, upon realizing he could manipulate his character, saw those red-clothed creatures swarming through the sky and felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
He knew he couldn't fight them himself and turned to the mountainous "Xu Zhijun" beside him, saying, "Hey... Old Xu, are you still conscious? The monsters are coming, can you fight, or at least move a bit faster?"
"It hurts so much! It really hurts... My mom is still in the hospital... I... It really hurts!"
Xu Zhijun clutched at his head, wailing incoherently. His soul had mutated and was on the verge of tearing apart and dying, sustained only by the Immortal Bean that kept him on his last breath.
Having a lucid conversation was already the limit of his will, let alone finding the strength to fight.
As he muttered to himself, Xu Zhijun's body uncontrollably started moving toward the depths of the red mist.