Jonathan looked tensed as the reports about the ants' movement began to pour, an endless tide of ants that would stip off your flesh within the blink of an eye.
They evacuated the women, children, and older people from the city.
Jonathan's eyes flickered towards Ryan, who stood without care, monitoring his various equipment.
"My Lord."
"Yes?"
"Will we survive?"
Ryan did not look up but replied, "Of course we will."
Jonathan did not believe Ryan's words as he spoke, "But then why did you..."
Ryan glared at Jonathan, who winced as Ryan's bionic eyes bore into him.
"If you give up even before the battle, you are guaranteed to lose, and also remember to Hope for the Best but prepare for the worst; without the thought of possible civilian casualties, fighting will be easier."
Xuelong gasped for air as she stood with the help of her sword, as the fight had been tiring.
