Zhang Hu muttered to himself, his expression extremely bitter.
"Condolences."
Cai Yonglong opened his mouth and gave a bitter smile.
As transmigrators, they had once fantasized about the future, believing that they were the main characters.
Later, the cruel reality had slapped them time and time again, making them realize that they were just small fry. Only because of Wang Ping's existence could they barely survive.
Even so, many of them had died once already.
Now, they were finally facing the destruction of the world.
"We have no way out but to keep getting stronger. When you become strong enough, turning back time in that world might not be impossible."
Wang Ping shook his head, trying to comfort Zhang Hu.
"That's what they say, but it's so hard to become that strong."
Zhang Hu gave a bitter smile.
"Mr. Wang, it looks like I can only spend my days in your world from now on."
After a pause, Zhang Hu sighed.
"Yeah. You all just focus on getting stronger in this world."
