The scent of blood grew thicker, and the expressions on Gu Wenheng and Jin Qianqian's faces turned increasingly grave. Their pace quickened.
The air filled with agonized screams and the clash of steel, making their hearts clench tighter with every step.
"Fuck," Gu Wenheng cursed, charging forward with his machete. Against anyone targeting the people of Bainiao, he was ruthless, each slash aimed at a vulnerable point.
After a moment's hesitation, Jin Qianqian followed close behind, brandishing her own machete. If an enemy fell but still showed signs of struggling, she would grit her teeth and move in to finish them off.
The machetes in their hands were forged from the refined steel of a future era, possessing a sharpness no weapon of this age could match.
Soon, bandits fell one after another in their wake. When the last one was down, Gu Wenheng collapsed to his knees, panting heavily.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
"Dad, wake up! Open your eyes and look at me."
