"No matter what, I just hope you can survive. Whether you can kill them all or not, as long as you live, there will be a day when we do."
Lu Tianxing looked solemnly at the three of Starving Ghost, Tan Lang, and Po Jun, but the worry on his face did not diminish in the slightest. This battle was destined to be brutal, possibly leading to his death, but he had no choice but to fight. He couldn't afford to lose, for if he did, everyone around him would die, a price he could never bear.
Po Jun, Tan Lang, and Starving Ghost fell into silence after seeing Lu Tianxing's expression. They knew this battle would surely be extremely fierce, more so than any battles they had faced before, with only a slim chance of survival. A slight mistake could mean a dead end.
However, in the hearts of the three, there was no fear. As mercenaries, they had long put aside thoughts of life and death; early death and late death meant no difference to them.
