The group of Desperate Men below couldn't help but tremble with fear. Although they ran on the edge of life and death every day, Su Xuan's words seemed like a decree from King Yan himself, instilling in them an overwhelming dread.
"Fire," the middle-aged bald man commanded. His years of life-and-death experiences told him that in the face of such a feeling, one must fire their gun, to grasp at the last chance to survive, no matter how slim that chance might be.
But just as the middle-aged bald man uttered these words, he discovered that Su Xuan, who had been atop the lofty roller coaster tracks, had vanished, leaving him no chance to aim.
The middle-aged bald man thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He shook his head, closed his eyes, then reopened them, only to find that all his brothers had fallen to the ground.
