Baiyi responded softly, "You won't die, I promise."
Eric's murky gaze still showed an unintended weariness: "As long as there's hope, it's enough. As for me, you don't need to worry."
Baiyi was silent for a moment: "What if I insist?"
Eric's steps paused slightly; over the years, the effects of the Source of Life had already worn off, and his vitality had declined to an extreme.
The once proud and upright Level 77 Demon Swordsman City Lord now had a slightly bent waist.
He quietly watched Baiyi, seemingly recalling their first meeting eleven years ago.
Eric slowly shook his head and continued to walk through this iron city, surrounded by virtual projections and lively advertisements.
Somewhat relieved: "I can't resist, but I'm tired."
Baiyi's steps paused slightly, not voicing his opinion on this, feeling grateful to Eric.
He could also sense that Eric's time was running out.
When his level rises a bit more, Eric might be gone after a solitary retreat.
