"I never thought I'd die here..."
Luo Yuanlong whispered in his heart. He looked up at the sky, and even now, it still felt like a dream. Suddenly, a commotion came from ahead. He snapped back to reality and saw a white-haired elderly man carrying a sword and wearing armor walking over, his Qi Mechanism seemingly not even of the Eighth Rank.
Luo Yuanlong saw that his companions seemed unable to stop the old man, he hurried forward and said:
"Sir, it's dangerous here. This isn't the place for you."
The old man said, "Go defend the city."
Luo Yuanlong said, "Don't worry, leave this to us."
The old man wore a faint smile, "Leave it to you? What can you do?"
"Step aside."
Luo Yuanlong's face turned red. Even at this moment, he felt anger for his comrades fighting bravely at the rear. Just as he was about to speak, the middle-aged Master beside him pulled him aside, and Luo Yuanlong looked over with confusion.
The old man in armor glanced at the Master and said, "I remember you."
