Nearly fifty people huddled together, yet not a single one felt an ounce of security. Instead, they trembled; some could only cry uncontrollably, some stood in a daze, and some even collapsed to the ground.
From a young age, they were taught that as men, they should always be strong and not rely on crying to solve problems.
But now...
The horror of the Ghouls completely shattered the final defenses in their hearts, and some even murmured to themselves, as those who had never had faith began to pray for miracles to appear.
And it wasn't just them; even Wei Xun's face turned pale. Now, he no longer had the slightest trace of his previous madness. At this moment, he seemed like a drowning man—helpless, bewildered, tormented by the memories in his mind, he stiffly turned his head to look at Chen Feng.
Although he was impressed by Chen Feng's power, facing the Ghouls made his resolve falter, and Wei Xun doubted that Chen Feng could defeat this group of monsters.
