Clearly, Pei Jin avoided the vitals to let Long Tian have a slow death and fall in front of Long Juedi's eyes. The three from the Long Family couldn't help but focus on catching the fallen figure of Long Tian. Seeing this, the elf king Vega had no other choice but to support them as they caught the marshal in their arms and carried him to safety. Pei Jin didn't stop them from taking the wounded Long Tian nor did he ask the undead to stop attacking them. He just watched the scene with mirth in his eyes.
Long Juedi cradles his father with tears in his eyes. Long Tian, covered in multiple wounds, stopped himself from puking blood and slowly stretched his hand to wipe his son's tears with a smile.
"Jue'er, you must… stay strong. My… death is not… your fault. Do not… blame yourself."
"Dad… Dad, I don't like this! I don't! Grandpa is gone. You can't be gone too!" Long Juedi said as he held the big hand of his father which is now slowly turning cold.
