Under the blood sun, a figure held the front line, keeping tens of thousands of exotic beasts at bay, outside the city walls.
Countless dazzling lights sparked to life from atop the wheelchair, drenching the earth like rain. White-hot specks of light shimmered eternally under the blood sun.
Cannons swept the ground, barrage after barrage, with gunpowder smoke lingering in the air, and the intense light pollution twisted heaven and earth alike.
"Boom—Boom—Boom—!"
Su Ming'an, perched high in the sky, unleashed relentless gunfires from behind him; with shells falling, the air screamed continuously in agony.
He needed to hold out for at least twelve minutes to allow core members and technicians to evacuate.
The sandy horizons in his view turned into a magnificent orange-red, with beasts shattering in the radiance, none breaking through his defensive line.
