At the school, martial arts students being herded toward the shelters by their teachers saw it all through the windows.
They saw their teachers, their neighbors from down the street, all rushing resolutely toward the battlefield.
Flames of fervor ignited in the eyes of countless young people.
'This is what it means to be a Martial Artist!'
...
The temperature was plummeting.
Nearly ten thousand meters up.
The thin air and bone-chilling winds scraped painfully against Lin Ye's cheeks.
In less than a minute, the Giant-Winged Demon had carried him to an unprecedented altitude.
The massive rift in the sky was now within arm's reach.
Lin Ye could clearly sense the white pillar of light below that supported the rift. It was thinning at a visible rate, its radiance gradually dimming.
The Doctor and this monster had exhausted years' worth of source energy accumulated in the base to make this final gamble.
Lin Ye's attacks grew more ferocious.
