“NO!!”
A twelve-year-old youth roared out in a mournful voice.
“How can I leave you here? I’ll stay and fight!!”
The youth's eyes were red and he was clenching his fists so hard his nails drew blood.
Just as he finished speaking, the old man he was yelling at turned towards him and roared back.
“I SAID GET OUT OF HERE FANG CHEN!!”
The old man was done trying to convince the boy, he directly waved his hand towards him and sent the boy flying away towards the edge of the forest.
The little boy name Fang Chen slowly crawled up, his body wracked with pain. He barely managed to raise his head to see that the people they were running from had caught up.
These people wore red robes signaling they were from the Demonic Cult. Immediately as Fang Chen saw them his eyes turned red and burning hatred he had never felt before began rising in his heart. It was so overwhelming that he coughed out a mouth full of blood.