This is a touching story
In the depths of chaos, there is a battlefield between two realms.
A young man in black held his sword to support himself from falling.
Boss, there are too many enemies, why are the reinforcements so late in arriving? Aaron cried sadly.
An Luhai spat blood at his mouth, Boss, I can't survive.
Brothers, I will take the first step and remember to bury my belongings with my mother.
An Luhai staggered into the enemy formation, and his body was turned into ashes by the nine thunder blows.
Ah Hai......
Aaron burst into tears, you bunch of bastards!
Even if I die, I will have to pull a few people on my back, and Aaron will be destroyed among the flying sand and rocks.
Then Xiaobai was beaten back to his original shape by a beast's roar!
Boss, my brothers are all dead, and I feel that life has no meaning.
After saying that, Ahu rushed into the enemy camp and chose to self-destruct.
The young man in black stood up slowly and looked tenderly at the sea of stars outside the chaos. Are you okay?
The next moment, the purple gourd appeared in his left hand, and the thunder sword was held in his right hand.
……
Soul-destroying sand spewed out from the sky, the thunder sword screamed, and he rushed towards the enemy camp in a desperate situation...
The battlefield was littered with corpses, and the alien world suffered heavy casualties and retreated into the rift between the two worlds.
A weak voice sounded... Brothers! Go home.
