This is a stirring tale of heroism and tragedy.
Deep in the chaos, on the battlefield between two worlds.
A young man in black leans on his sword, using it to keep himself upright.
“Boss, there are too many enemies. Why haven't the reinforcements arrived?” A Long cries in despair.
An Luhai spits blood. “Boss, I can't go on.”
“Brothers, I'm going ahead. Remember to bury my belongings with my mother.”
An Luhai stumbles into the enemy ranks, his body reduced to ashes by nine strikes of lightning.
“A Hai...”
A Long's eyes brim with tears. “You bunch of bastards!”
“I'll take a few of you with me, even if I die!” Amid flying sand and rolling stones, A Long perishes.
Then Xiao Bai is struck back into his original form with a beastly roar!
“Boss, all our brothers are dead. I don't think life has any meaning anymore.”
With that, A Hu charges into the enemy camp and blows himself up.
The young man in black slowly rises to his feet and gazes tenderly at the sea of stars beyond the chaos. “Are you all right?”
In the next instant, a purple-red gourd appears in his left hand, and a lightning sword in his right.
“Ha...”
Soul-destroying sand surges across the sky. The lightning sword lets out a mournful cry as he charges into the enemy camp, cornered with nowhere left to turn...
The battlefield is strewn with corpses. The otherworldly forces suffer heavy losses and retreat through the rift between the two worlds.
A faint voice rings out... “Brothers! We're going home!”
