Outside the Corpse Nest, Bai Xiaofei, Zhao Ritian, and the others were sent staggering by the violent shockwave, caught in the blast to varying degrees. Bai Xiaofei's clothes were tattered and his face was covered in dust as he lay sprawled on the ground in a sorry state, a lingering trace of terror and shock at this immense power still lingering in his eyes. Even the Yanhuang fighter jets that had just arrived in the sky for reinforcement did not escape unscathed; struck by the aftershock, several planes wobbled precariously before finally plummeting like birds with broken wings, crashing right beside the evacuating Yanhuang Second Team.
Bingshe, Yanyan, and the others hurriedly rushed forward to pull the pilots out from the wreckage. Naturally, they too had seen that gigantic white storm, and they had seen the reinforcing military aircraft in the sky. Their retreating steps came to a sudden halt, and a fighting spirit reignited in their eyes. Exchanging a glance with one another, they resolutely turned around and headed back toward the Corpse Nest...
I do not know how much time passed before the storm gradually subsided. Uncle Tu's soul finally dissipated entirely within this raging vortex of energy, leaving no trace behind. The Emperor Armor no longer retained its past majesty and integrity; its golden armor was covered in a crisscross of mottled cracks, resembling a shattered golden brocade robe. The golden brilliance that once shone with sacred radiance had grown dim, …
Chapter 175