Chapter 351 - "Am I Gonna Die?"
Evan and Jake would protect Ainsley from the shadow, but most problems that she faced should be faced face-on….by herself.
This little action that Jake and Evan made is something that would groom Ainsley into a future legend.
The legend started from this day.
Back to the evacuation team.
After Jake's reinforcement saved the kids, the kids were sent to the Walter Family territory, and the Walter Family acted on Evan's command to shelter the kids.
Once the Walter Family protected the kids, the smaller families aiming for the children could only back off and left.
On the other hand, the remaining mercenaries went to other places to save the Sloan Family's villagers from the hands of the smaller families around the Sloan Family's territories.
The night was long, and it was almost midnight.
While the mercenaries team and Evan's secret troops were busy saving the Sloam Family's people that Grandpa Yofan gave up earlier, the battlefield was still on fire.
"Hahaha. Just how many times will you dodge and use your abilities?"
Vallan laughed heartily as he sent another attack to Grandpa Yofan, who already looked so battered that he might die any moment.
It's been 10 minutes, and the two fought each other fiercely...well, no.
Actually, it was a one-sided battle where Vallan played with Grandpa Yofan until the old man looked like this.
The old man's robes were torn here and there. His white robe was dyed in red, nothing like the previous appearance.
The old man's face was full of scars, and blood seeped out of the wounds.
Numerous wounds filled his body, but all of it was hidden beneath his long robes. One could only see blood continue to leak out of his clothes.
By now, the Sloan Family troops down there were also already on the brink of extinction.
The beasts and monsters troop only had a handful of people left. The ability-user forces were less than 50.
But the worst case didn't end just yet. Just a few minutes ago, the mid-rank families that had been plundering the Sloan Family's smaller territories joined the main battlefield!
The enemy number went back to its initial number...around 300 ability user troops, 200 tamers on the land and 100 tamers in the air.
Their total could add up to 600 due to the help from the various mid-rank families affiliated with the Aretha Family.
Whereas the Sloan Family only relied on external reinforcement, the 100-ish mercenaries and the secret troops, but the total number couldn't even pass 200.
Vallan knew all of this. Thus, he couldn't help but laugh at Grandpa Yofan and the 6 elders who were still trying to protect the mansion with their lives in the line.
"Heh. Just give up, will you? Once your mansion's barrier is shattered, we will occupy all the Sloan Family's territories…"
Vallan paused before letting out another arrogant snort.
"Those sacred beasts inside your family's mansion will also be our battle trophy!"
When Vallan said that, Grandpa Yofan, who was wobbling in the air and almost fainted, suddenly flared up.
"Bastard! The sacred beasts are our family's protector! They're served for our family head! Fck! Ugh!"
Grandpa Yofan coughed up blood as he clutched his chest.
His fair hand was soaked in crimson blood, his own blood, yet the old man could still glare at Vallan.
"You will never snatch our sacred beasts. You bastards will never occupy our Sloan Family territories!" Grandpa Yofan's hoarse voice sounded throughout the battlefield.
The exhausted Sloan Family troops heard his weary voice, and all of them smiled bitterly.
Supreme elder, we have held on for a long time...we already bought enough time for our kids to escape safely.
Maybe...it's time to give up?
"Ugh…"
"Uakh!"
"Retreat, retreat!"
More and more people from the Sloan Family's side died in the hands of the numerous enemies.
Only the core members, such as the young masters and misses of the branch families, could somehow survive the ordeal.
The branch family heads and their vice heads were all holding on as long as they could, even when they used to plot against the main family.
Uncle Dober, Uncle Roger, and the other scums surprisingly fought fiercely….
"Fight! Fight! Our family shall never bow to anyone!"
"Fck. Kill those bastards! Drag as many bastards as you can!"
"Let's go to hell together, you fckers!"
These oldies and the youngsters shouted until their throats bled. Their bodies constantly absorb the potions and energy crystals to keep them going.
However, 13 minutes passed by...and they almost couldn't hold back anymore.
"Pfff!" Grandpa Yofan spurt out another mouthful of blood as the wind sickles cut deep to his shoulder.
A good thing he managed to keep his arms and legs intact, yet that's only because Vallan was playing with the older man.
"Huft. Huft. Huft." Grandpa Yofan breathed heavily as he lifted his head with a trembling body.
The surroundings spun in his eyes.
The bright moon looked rather dull and dim.
His eyesight went blurry…
Ba-thump. Ba-thump.
The sound of his heartbeat got increasingly weaker than before.
"Ha...ha…" his breath became fainter.
14 minutes. He survived against the Pegasus for 14 minutes.
There were only 60 seconds left until Ainsley's group arrived...yet the old man never knew about it.
Counting down.
59 seconds.
Grandpa Yofan's body wobbled.
45 seconds.
His attitude became lower than before.
30 seconds.
The light slowly left his blue eyes.
15 seconds.
The wind sickles kept cutting his body.
5 seconds.
The old man felt all his energy left his body. He closed his eyes…
4...
3...
2...
1...
Am I..gonna die..?
Grandpa Yofan lifted the corner of his lips as his body slowly fell to the ground.
0.
SHRING….
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