Despair shrouded the hearts of everyone from Yan Luo Dian. Even though they were covered with blood, they still gritted their teeth and held on until the final moment.
"Elder Brother Duanmu, our comrades can't last much longer!" Amidst the chaos of battle, the deputy dragged his scarred body to Duanmu Hongru's side. Under his bloodstains on his face was a pair of utterly weary eyes.
"When are the men from Fu Guang City coming? If they don't come soon, all our brothers will be dead."
At that moment, Duanmu Hongru's emotions were complicated. They had miscalculated Zhai Xing Lou's strength. They had not realized that the apparently mediocre Zhai Xing Lou had secretly created so many gold-cultivated monsters. They had made one misstep, then several more, and now they had been forced into a corner.
Right now, even if the troops from Fu Guang City hurried over, it would not help their situation.
