"Father, come out."
"Father, please wake up."
"Father, humanity is about to be destroyed."
"Father, our kingdom is doomed."
"Father..."
Regarding the "Tong Ming" mentioned by the old man with a white beard, Chen Yu had always been clueless about its meaning.
Now, he understood.
It turned out that "Tong Ming" meant standing outside the ancestral tomb of the human race, continuously calling out without stopping.
"Father! Father!"
Raising his hands high, the anxious young man in the duckbill cap shouted, "Please fucking come out... "
Floating nearby, the transparent-bodied Chen Yu yawned silently.
It had been eight hours since the white-bearded man had led the team to confront the enemy.
This cheap son of his had been shouting for just about eight hours.
Outside the temple, it had grown dark.
"Your Highness, the situation is increasingly unfavorable."
From the walkie-talkie in the young man's hand, the frontline battle report came through.