This is the end...
But at least we successfully shot down that thing...
"Buzz—"
Not far away, a deafening hum abruptly erupted, rudely interrupting Xu Mengxi's dying thoughts.
The raging hurricane, carrying dust and the scent of blood, fiercely assaulted her lingering consciousness, causing her to squint uncomfortably as she struggled to look towards the hurricane's origin.
Then,
She saw a handsome middle-aged man, depicted in a scene of near-mad combat, fighting desperately.
In his arms was a woman, her face pale and her breath weak, yet her eyes remained closed as if asleep, or perhaps enduring some unspeakable pain.
Xu Mengxi recognized them.
They were said to be from Jiatiange a millennium ago.
The two seemed to be siblings, prolonging their lives by various means, reuniting in this chaotic world after ten thousand years...
What were their names?
...The man forgot.
