Chapter 328: Suicide

At this very moment, everyone in the arena had their eyes fixed on Meng Yifan, but no one noticed Meng Dayong cast a loving glance at Meng Yifan, then stretch out his neck and voluntarily slide it across Lang Batian's sharp claws.

"Slash!" A huge gash was cut directly into Meng Dayong's carotid artery, and blood gushed out.

Perhaps it was because Lang Batian's claws were too sharp, or perhaps because Meng Dayong's resolve to die was too firm, but Meng Dayong's neck was cut more than halfway through, and even the cervical vertebrae were fractured.

"Father!" Meng Yifan's eyes were splitting with rage; he had not expected Meng Dayong to be so unyielding that, in order not to drag him down, he would actually choose to commit suicide in public.

"This... this..." Lang Batian was also somewhat at a loss. He loosened his right hand, and Meng Dayong's body went limp on the ground. Blood flowed continuously from his neck, and his body trembled slightly—these were the symptoms of a man about to die.

Lang Batian truly could not understand what was going through the humans' minds; Meng Yifan had been willing to suffer Divine Soul damage and a massive loss of strength at such a critical moment just to save Meng Dayong.

Yet Meng Dayong, in order not to drag his son down, had actually chosen to slit his own throat.

Damn it, had these humans' brains been kicked by donkeys? How could they all be so bizarre?

Meng Dayong was a Second Grade Martial Artist, so his vitality was much stronger than an ordinary person's. Even with his neck cut more than halfway through, he did not die immediately. He said with great difficulty and in broken sentences: "Yi... Fan... live... well... you are the... root... of our... Old Meng family..."

Meng Yifan was streaming with tears, his heart feeling as if it were being twisted by a knife. He executed Lingbo Microsteps, and with a flicker of his body, he appeared before Lang Batian. His right hand embraced the dying Meng Dayong, and surging Spirit Power from his body was continuously channeled into Meng Dayong's body to maintain his fading life.

"Father! Don't say any more, your child will not let you die," Meng Yifan said. The human world is always like this; one only learns to cherish things after losing them.

In the days spent with Meng Dayong before, Meng Yifan had felt that Meng Dayong's strength was low and that he served little purpose, appearing to be a person who could be done without.

But now that Meng Dayong was about to die, Meng Yifan's heart felt as if it were being torn apart; he was overcome with grief, tears flowed uncontrollably, and his body trembled violently. He did not want to lose this father who loved and cherished him.

Even if it cost a great price, Meng Yifan had to preserve Meng Dayong's life.

"Kong Sanqiang, get over here immediately and use your Blood Essence to save my father!" Meng Yifan roared.

Kong Sanqiang obeyed the order and tried to rush over to save Meng Dayong, but Hu Dameng, Zhu Meimei, and She Qingqing were leading a large group of Third Grade Demon Beasts in a frenzied attack on the other human experts.

Kong Sanqiang was blocked and could not get through at all. In order to fulfill Meng Yifan's order, he disregarded his own safety and charged forward desperately.

However, Zhu Meimei's strength was far greater than his, and her spider web happened to restrain the vampire's speed, making it impossible for Kong Sanqiang to break through her obstruction no matter what.

On the other side, Meng Shuangdao was also being suppressed by Hu Dameng. Although Hu Dameng had had an arm severed by Meng Yifan, Hu Dameng was, after all, a Fourth-grade High-level Peak Demon Beast; his strength was extremely formidable, leaving Meng Shuangdao with only the ability to parry and no power to counterattack.

Meng Da and Meng Er joined forces to barely hold off She Qingqing, but they too were unable to rush to Meng Yifan's side.

Shen Dahu and other human experts were also locked in combat with Demon Beast powerhouses, the two sides locked in a stalemate.

Overall, the human side was at an absolute disadvantage, and human experts were falling one after another.

The point of attack Lang Batian had chosen was extremely cunning; it was precisely the weak point in the defenses of Luolong County. Because of their limited numbers, the Imperial Guard Company's Array Heavy Machine Guns had not been deployed in this area.

However, Zhang Shagen and the others were already on their way, carrying the Array Heavy Machine Guns. Once they arrived, they would certainly be able to suppress the Third Grade Demon Beasts in the Monster Army.

At the same time, a Monster Army of over a hundred thousand was charging from all directions, launching a frenzied assault on Luolong County.

In an instant, on all four city walls, humans and Demon Beasts were locked in a frenzied slaughter.

The roars of Demon Beasts, the thunderous booms of cannons, and the continuous firing of AK47s were all mixed together; every second, a vast number of lives were being destroyed.

Seeing that Kong Sanqiang was blocked and could not get through, Meng Yifan was so anxious that, while holding Meng Dayong, he prepared to execute Lingbo Microsteps to rush to Kong Sanqiang's side.

Lang Batian naturally would not let Meng Yifan run away. At this moment, Meng Yifan had his back to Lang Batian, which made Lang Batian ecstatic, thinking that Meng Yifan was too grief-stricken and had lost his composure, unable to distinguish between the urgent and the trivial.

"A good opportunity." Lang Batian extended his Wolf Claw and struck directly at Meng Yifan's back, intending to crush Meng Yifan's heart.

Although Meng Yifan was using Spirit Power to save Meng Dayong, he was observing everything in all directions and perceived Lang Batian's sneak attack. With a wave of his left hand, Lang Jiao appeared behind Meng Yifan, facing Lang Batian's Wolf Claw, to see if Lang Batian dared to kill his own flesh and blood.

Lang Jiao stared at Lang Batian with a determined expression; if Lang Batian wanted to harm Meng Yifan, he would have to get past her first.

"Move aside!" Lang Batian roared.

"No, Father, I will not allow you to harm my master." Lang Jiao spread her arms, blocking Lang Batian.

"Then go to hell!" Lang Batian cursed in anger. For the sake of the Innate Spirit Essence in Meng Yifan's Divine Soul, he gritted his teeth, and his Wolf Claw did not slow down, striking toward Lang Jiao's body with a shrill, air-piercing sound.

To finish off Meng Yifan and break through his cultivation, even his own daughter could be killed.

"Father!" Lang Jiao cried out in disbelief, but Lang Batian showed no mercy; his claw pierced directly through Lang Jiao's body and then struck fiercely into Meng Yifan's back.

"Beast!" Meng Yifan roared. He had not expected Lang Batian to be so heartless that he would even dare to kill his own daughter.

At this critical moment, Meng Yifan channeled his True Qi to his back, taking the full force of Lang Batian's claw.

"Bang!" The True Qi on Meng Yifan's back was shattered instantly. At the same time, Lang Batian's sharp claw tore a large chunk of flesh and blood from Meng Yifan's back.

If not for Meng Yifan dodging quickly, this single blow would have been enough to rip Meng Yifan's heart out from his back.

"Yi... Fan... don't... worry about me... let me die..." Meng Dayong was frantic with worry. He wanted to break free from Meng Yifan's embrace so that he could focus on fighting the enemy.

But Meng Dayong was now weak and powerless, his life sustained entirely by the Spirit Power Meng Yifan was continuously channeling into him; he was completely unable to push away Meng Yifan's strong, powerful right hand.

Meng Yifan dared not let go of his right hand, because the moment he did, Meng Dayong would die immediately; yet, without letting go, he could not block Lang Batian's attacks with his left hand alone.