Unknowingly, the sky above the old forest had turned dark. Large amounts of dark clouds covered the sky, causing the atmosphere to become extremely oppressive.
Yang Tian, Xiao Ya, Li Ying, Ye Wen, Tang Ning, Yu Shasha, and the rest stood quietly by Ye Chen's side. They all looked sad.
After a while, Yang Tian walked over and helped him up. He patted Ye Chen's shoulder gently, "Old Ye, the dead can't come back to life…"
"I…" Ye Chen's lips trembled slightly, but he realized that he did not even have the strength to speak. His body started trembling uncontrollably.
"Brother, you must avenge my parents!"
Ye Wen walked over and hugged his arm while crying non-stop, "They died so miserably. Even their heads were chopped off…"
Boom…
Ye Chen turned his head abruptly. His eyes were filled with violence, "Where are their heads?"
Ye Wen shuddered when she met his gaze.
What a bloodthirsty gaze!
