Everything is over.
In the face of absolute power, Ghost Shark's so-called legion was like blades of grass, completely unable to put up any resistance.
In fact, Ghost Shark's legion didn't even display thirty percent of their strength, but that's how battles are—momentum is crucial. Once you fall behind, no matter how much strength remains, it's still futile.
Chen Feng sat on a chair, watching the captives in front of him.
These guys, who thrived in the apocalypse under Ghost Shark's banner, now wore bitter expressions. Some were utterly baffled, not even understanding what happened when they knelt.
What exactly happened?
Did our side just lose like this?
A dozen warships, over seventy professionals, even among the ordinary people were plenty of fierce fighters. Yet the outcome was that this band of strong individuals knelt uniformly on the ground, meek and submissive, utterly clueless.
