In the black of night, a bedraggled figure was hurtling forward.
His armor had long been discarded, leaving only a thin layer of clothing, stained with congealed blood, not knowing if it was from the enemy, himself, or a comrade.
He had no idea how long he had been running, his True Qi... had long been exhausted.
Suddenly, he saw the towering signboard of the Divine Sword Sect in the distance.
Tears threatened to spill from his eyes.
He could never have imagined that this battle would end in such a devastating defeat.
The victory had seemed certain, but then a horde of terrifying creatures burst in, disrupting the entire formation. Caught in a pincer attack, even a desperate resistance could not sustain the Martial Arts Army.
He could only watch helplessly as one by one, those around him fell, torn apart by monsters, limbs and severed body parts scattered everywhere, the scene was too gruesome.
Then, he heard the commanding officer roaring out the order to retreat.
