Images of the past moments spent with Yang Luo appeared in everyone's minds...
There were battles, touches of emotion, laughter, tears, farewells, and reunions...
The image of Yang Luo's smiling face, his righteousness, generosity, enthusiasm, and cunning also surfaced in everyone's minds...
But at this moment!
All these images were shattered!
Freya Torres and Reginald Weston and others were sorrowful to the extreme, their hearts as if bleeding, tears blurring their faces!
They all knew Yang Luo was strong, the strongest in the secular world!
But now, Lawrence and those three beasts had even resorted to this kind of weapon!
Even if they had confidence in Yang Luo, they felt that Yang Luo couldn't possibly withstand it!
Yang Luo was really going to leave them forever...
At this time.
In the distant sky.
A figure stood there quietly, silently shedding tears.
This person was Boris Moore.
