On the smoke-filled battlefield, Chen Kai fell to his knees, his vision blurred by tears. In the sky, the wreckage of the last bomber was plunging downward, burning shards of metal streaking across the heavens like shooting stars.
Chen Kai's heart was filled with despair and lingering resentment. His gaze was hollow and lost, the weapon in his hand hung limply by his side, and his body trembled slightly—the helplessness of one shattered by a cruel reality.
The battlefield was thick with the stench of death. The corpses of soldiers lay strewn haphazardly across the ground, and blood pooled into small, sluggish streams that stained the earth red. The surviving fighters were all in rags, bearing wounds of varying depths, their eyes brimming with terror and despair as they watched the seemingly invincible Lord of Slaughter, the fire of hope in their hearts flickering toward extinction.
Chapter 1555