"Retreat, Old Zheng, keep retreating to the very back."
Zheng Zai felt a jolt in his heart, they were already at the downstream of the crowd, why keep retreating? Could it be that many, many people are going to die?
Old Zheng felt uncertain, suddenly terrified of the scene he was about to witness.
"We won't be wiped out, will we… Brother, how far do we need to retreat?"
Wen Xishu smiled:
"Relax, not everyone will die, I've calculated it."
The flowers were lit up, with more and more butterflies gathering.
While the surrounding monsters remained oblivious.
No one dared to retreat behind the big tree, but Wen Xishu and Zheng Zai dared.
Because they were in stealth mode.
With the number 3, even if four additional people would die... To everyone, it's merely seven deaths.
