Facing such a desperate scene, Wang Ruoyu raised his shield high, standing in front of Jiang Baitao, shouting, "Junior Martial Uncle, you must escape!"
Li Da laughed bitterly in his heart, this fool, still showing loyalty at this moment, if we could escape, we would have done so long ago, why wait until now?
This time, we're all going to die here. No, they want to capture Junior Martial Uncle as a hostage—she can still survive.
Thinking of this, looking at the crystal sweat drops on the forehead of the girl beside him, Li Da's heart suddenly relaxed.
He originally thought that at this moment, he should be cursing for being dragged to death.
I was clearly the most outstanding fifth-generation disciple, my ambition, my future, everything I had, is now lost.
If it wasn't for being forced to come here by Jiang Baitao...
But, why isn't there any hatred?
Perhaps, I wasn't really forcibly brought here.
