Multiple lives were being saved as long as the immortals and the former demons ran across the streets. Sometimes, they would have this cold cooperation, just to save humans. One was bound by duty while the other was bound by fear. In the end, it was still the humans that benefited.
Wen Qingyuan held onto Song Yi'er's hand tightly as they ran down the streets. Three abyssal demons were chasing them, and they kept on running into more as they threaded the way. No one told Wen Qingyuan to head to JT, and his phone was lost in the flurry. He didn't even an idea if his cousin brother was already dead or lucky enough to stay alive. Right now, all he wanted to do was to reach the station to see if someone could give him answers.
Of course, in his heart, he wanted Wen Tongtong to live.
