Behind them, followed more than a thousand dark messengers clutching cold weapons, whose expressionless faces madly pursued them from merely a few dozen meters away. Finally, at the rear of the crowd, a woman carrying a small boy fell down, and by the time she hit the ground, despair had already filled her face.
She had seen the fate of those who fell behind; the children would be torn apart by the dark messengers behind them! And the child's parents couldn't escape the same fate. At this thought, an immense despair surged across her face, followed by madness borne of despair.
She turned her head back to look at the dark messengers who were closing in on the two of them. Her hand had already unconsciously gripped her son's neck. She did not want her boy to suffer such agony. Madness flickered across her eyes, and she was ready to strangle her own child, then fight these dark messengers to the death. The craziness in her eyes was visible to anyone who looked.
