"Why … why is he still holding on …" Elder Ling Xi's eyes flickered. She could not believe that the young Magician was still alive in the Space of Death. The situation he was in was worse than the inner city of the Ancient Capital.
The inner city of the Ancient Capital was like an isolated island that was about to be devoured by a black ocean, and he was not even comparable to a small boat!
"Should … should we really run away?" Zhu Meng said slowly.
Was there any point in running away?
Could they even escape from the calamity!?
Everyone was facing a Space of Death. If a young Magician's determination to survive was enough to pile up a mountain of bones, what kind of price would the enemy have to pay to destroy the city?
Despair, despair, if they were in despair, they would have to keep fighting in despair. They would die in the endless darkness before they could even see the dawn!
Zhu Meng did not want to run away, especially after witnessing the scene before him!
"But something has to be left behind in this city. Otherwise, it's going to be destroyed," said Chu Jia.
"If something has to be left behind, it should be this!" Zhu Meng pointed at the Wicked Eye Copper Mirror and the mountain of bones under Mofan's feet.
If the city was really going to disappear from the world, what would be left behind would not be a few Magicians, leaders, and decision-makers struggling at death's door, but their unyielding determination!
Be it the Black Vatican or the kingdom that had been wiped out for two thousand years, it was possible for them to destroy the city, but they would have to pay a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times the price!
They could not let the Black Vatican have their way. The calamity that they had meticulously planned would leave a terrifying shadow in the world, forcing more cowards to submit to these maniacal scum. They had to let the world know that even if the city was destroyed, their determination to survive was enough to pile up into a mountain, or spread out into an ocean!
That was what they had to leave behind!
Zhu Meng understood that some of the authorities were thinking of running away.
With their strength as Super Magicians, they still had a chance to survive if they teamed up.
Zhu Meng did not want to run away. He had never wanted to run away in the first place. When he saw Mofan still alive despite being in such a dire situation, he had no intention of running away at all!
"I'll stay too." A voice came from the stairs.
Du Xiao's body was covered in blood, and he was wearing a leather cloak. One of his hands was hanging down, and his palm was covered in blood. As for his other hand … it was empty. There was nothing on his other hand.
"Boss!" Yao Nan couldn't help but tremble when he saw Du Xiao return.
He had returned, but one of his arms seemed to have been left outside. His hair was covered in blood. If he had not spoken first, no one would have recognized him as Senior Hunter Du Xiao!
"Stop lying to yourself, we're the only ones left. We can't even eliminate the Mountain Zombie, let alone continue the battle!" snapped Elder Chu Jia angrily.
Chu Jia was in favor of escaping with a small number of people.
The people on the list were the authorities and the leaders of other domains. As for the civilians who were still praying in the rain, it was impossible for them to be on the list! "How ridiculous! You're just kidding.
You're giving up on the escape plan just because the kid is still alive. Humph, the kid is still going to die in the end. Who knows what he did in the Space of Death? It's only a few thousand skeletons, what's the point of killing them all? Our enemy is the Black Vatican, the Mountain Zombie, the Dark Abyss … look at him, how many minutes does he have left? "scolded Chu Jia furiously when he saw the others having second thoughts about running away.
"He's not dead, at least not yet," insisted Zhu Meng.
"Fine, fine, fine …" Chu Jia was so angry that he sneered, "What's wrong with giving you a few more minutes to think about it? I'll see how he dies with my own eyes. Just because of this brat … how ridiculous are you guys?"
"Hahaha, Elder Chu Jia, I agree with you. He is just the son of a truck driver who relies on dust to make a living. You guys are betting your positions as higher-ups and leaders on him. This is the most ridiculous thing … In my opinion, you guys should kneel at the feet of our Lord Salan as soon as possible. When you all die and go to the Eternal Life Court, you guys might be able to continue as higher-ups and help Lord Salan rule the Eternal Life Court!" A piercing laugh came from above. The crazy Mu He who was tied to the clock tower was screaming.
"Shut up!" Chu Jiaji scolded impatiently. He waved his hand and several icicles were shot toward Mu He's body.
The icicles left bloody holes on Mu He's body, but he was still laughing wildly, as if he could not feel the pain.
"Did you know that this kid was able to enter the Magic High School because of my charity … What a joke, you actually bet on a kid who became a Mage because of my charity, haha, hahahaha ~ ~ ~ ~" Mu He was already laughing crazily.
As he said, Mo Fan was only able to enter the Magic High School because of his charity. Mu He was actually very surprised that he could reach such a level with his current cultivation. However, in this catastrophe, he was only playing the role of a cockroach. Under Lord Salan's bishop coat, no one could escape death!
"Lunatic, this lunatic, why didn't he let me kill him!?"
"He can't wait to die!"
"President, what should we do? You make the decision!"
"Yeah, President, you make the decision."
President Han Ji stood there. His tired eyes were deeply sunken in their sockets.
He had no idea how he should make the decision, or rather, any decision he made would be meaningless, as it would not affect anything.
Han Ji could only place his gaze on the Wicked Eye Copper Mirror helplessly. Inside the Wicked Flame Copper Mirror, Mo Fan seemed to be worn out, just like everyone else.
There were still skeletons climbing up the mountain. The Blood Skeleton Official that was watching from the side looked like the Mountain Zombie that everyone was struggling to fend off …
Run, or fight?
Leave a few people behind, or leave behind their unyielding beliefs?
…
Han Ji had no idea how to make the decision, but Mo Fan's choice was clear!
The pile of bones was clattering loudly, with huge chunks rolling down from time to time. It was a little too tall. Whenever Mo Fan moved slightly, countless bones would roll down the mountain.
"Thud!"
The mountain of bones shook.
"Thud!"
The carpet of bones shook violently.
Its size reached? The Blood Skeleton Official finally ran out of patience. Its eyes emitted a murderous glow as it approached the mountain of bones where Mo Fan was.
Mo Fan's hands were trembling, not because he was afraid, but because he had already exceeded his limits. His body was spasming and twitching due to the fatigue.
He was struggling to even clench his fists. He tried to wipe the blood off his face, but it ended up smearing his face with blood instead …
…
"Now, you're the one who should raise your head and look at me!"
Mo Fan's voice echoed in the air like a wild beast!
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