"This is as far as we can go." The soldier stopped the vehicle and said with a solemn face, "It is advancing 0.7 meters a second and we are falling back accordingly. But don't worry. It does not mean we'll abandon you. We are not leaving without you!"
"..."
Watching the swarthy, resolute face, Lu Yuanqing was suddenly overwhelmed by an unusual emotion. Cultivators seldom had the righteous ardor and lofty sentiments like military men who would willingly die for their country and comrades in war, but it did not stop Lu Yuanqing from seeing the determination in them.
"Thank you!"
He expressed his thanks solemnly in return and got off the vehicle. He was only two steps away when he heard the sound from behind: the red cloud was approaching, forcing back the vehicle.
Lu Yuanqing paused, but did not turn to look. He crossed the warning line in one stride and instantly, the broiling fire spiritual essence blew violently against his face.
