His gas mask filter canister had failed long ago, and light silver liquid was seeping from his gums.
"Hold on." Lu Chenzhou reached out to press her shoulder, his gaze falling on The Old Eunuch, who was strapped to the stretcher.
As the helicopter pierced through the clouds, the Antarctic Ice Sheet shrank below into a patch of shattered mirrors, and the ruins of the Bronze Cocoon resembled a discarded Alchemy Furnace, finally swallowed completely by the wind and snow.
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