Zhou Hongwei's strength seemed drained away, his legs became somewhat weak, and he unconsciously took a few steps back.
"Woo...woo..."
The aura outside was too fierce, so much so that the survivors in the city felt its desolate oppression, and some children couldn't control their fear and started crying loudly.
Everyone expressed panic about the impending events, the Golden Jackal-wolfmen leading the beast tide had completely blocked the city's escape routes, even if they scattered and fled at this moment, there would only be one outcome: a dead end.
Without the city as a barrier, humans stood no chance.
Zhou Hongwei stopped his backward steps, suddenly remembering why he had originally chosen to stay.
"The world is destroyed, this is our last home."
This was something his brother often said.
