Looking around the hall, everyone had already fallen to the ground, like prisoners awaiting execution.
Yamada Machiichi, Violet, and other strong-willed individuals still had their eyes open, but most people had closed their eyes and fallen into a deep sleep. They were sprawled everywhere, their weapons soaked in the rainwater.
"Su...Ming'an."
Yamada Machiichi reached out and grabbed Su Ming'an's trouser leg, gasping in a low breath, "Run away…"
Run.
The farther the better.
It was already hopeless, they couldn't even stand up. Even if Su Ming'an were powerful, he could not possibly withstand an entire civilization alone, especially with the Mechanical Army lurking menacingly.
This world was a great deceiver, reversing suddenly at the moment of presumed victory, crushing everyone's joy and exultation under its feet. Yamada Machiichi could not think of any way to break the situation.
"Run…"
