The cold and bitter wind blew from the distant north, sweeping over this blood-stained land and carrying the rich scent of blood away far into the distance.
Xiao Zheng led the remaining soldiers of Sky Net northward to the eternal silent Ice and Snow Jungle, halted his steps, and stared into the abyss of the jungle for a long moment before finally sighing.
Within this vast jungle lay buried tens of thousands of warriors from Sky Net who followed Xiao Zheng from North Africa, traversing thousands of miles to this foreign soil, clashing with the Demon Shield Bureau, ending up shedding blood far from home.
Xiao Zheng couldn't help but doubt.
Was this war truly meaningful? So many people died, even he could feel the heart-crushing weight of it all.
