BOOM!!!
Half an hour ago, at 10:15, as life and death struggled above the West Sea.
The Federation, Huang Province.
In the high sky of the Frozen Plain, a private Flying Airship spewing thick smoke lost its stability, tilting and swaying, descending toward the ground.
The fiery explosion tore open a large hole in the cabin, revealing the scene already beyond recognition...
The wild wind howled, rushing through the many dismembered corpses and debris, lifting the black feathered coat of the old man, flapping loudly.
Just like a bloodstained crow.
The contemporary Ying Lin stood between the blood and flames, scorch marks appearing on his clothing, and the rolled-up cracks still remained on his face and body, with one eye already completely blind.
At this moment, the remaining eye was cold, indifferently staring at the corpse nailed to the seat.
With the final breath ceasing, the dead man's face silently dissolved, gradually turning into a completely different face...
