Wang Erbao and Su Guiyong were both covered in blood and mud, with many new wounds that had been hastily bandaged.
Their weapons were carelessly tossed aside, and they were so exhausted they could barely keep their eyes open.
Li Xuan sat beside Su Guiyong, tenderly wiping the sweat beads from his forehead.
He had carried her on his back the entire journey, never putting her down even during the fiercest battles.
To prevent her from getting hurt, he'd used his own body to block the attacks of the demons several times; it had been incredibly taxing.
Both Chu Feng and Wang Erbao thought that Su Guiyong was a true hero.
He really fought as if his life depended on it!
Chu Feng squatted at the entrance of a half-person-high hole, covered by leaves and other debris, peering through the gaps to observe the outside environment.
Wang Erbao whispered curses: "Damn it, it's like seeing a ghost, those things just won't give up! They follow me wherever I go!"
