The sense of despair that could be heard in the girl's shrill and aggrieved voice was enough to move anyone. At this time, the other natives in the city came to their senses upon hearing the young girl's sad voice. They knelt down in the same direction where Mu Chen was, trembling, as if they were grasping for the last straw of hope.
"Divine Lord, please help us!" they all cried in unison.
Their voices kept ringing in the air, as deep despair was written on all of their faces. They had lost all of their dignity, and were looking at future lives like the kind that pigs and dogs in captivity would lead. The only purpose of their survivals seemed to be as a supply source of blood for the Fiend Blood Tribe!
