Heroic Spirits, Li Xin and I Protect China

Disasters swept the world, and horrific alien creatures trampled the civilized order. Human beings were reduced to lambs to be slaughtered in blood and fire. Only the Dragon Kingdom struggled to support itself in the desperate situation. Li Feng, an ordinary student, unexpectedly broke into this purgatory due to a ridiculous "choking to death" time travel. The bloody memories flooding into his mind, the broken limbs and bones lying on the streets, and the cold news on his cell phone that "Thirty million people in City B were massacred" all told him that this was not a dream. When the spider's mucus dripped on his cheeks and death was close at hand, the heroic spirit recovery system suddenly awakened and pulled him back from the gate of hell. The "weak chicken" panel with a constitution of 8, intelligence of 11, and physical strength of 9 is his entire wealth at the beginning; the system of ridicule and poisonous tongue is his only "plug-in". From fleeing hastily to avoid small evil beasts, to thrilling counterattacks to kill C-level scorpion-type evil beasts, Li Feng staggered and grew up in blood and fire. In the shadow of the abandoned factory, he witnessed the tragic death of B-level master He Yisheng, faced the crushing pressure of the A-level bone-winged flying lion, and resonated with Li Xin, the "one-thought god and demon" on the edge of despair - the moment the black and white light wings spread, the light blade cut through the darkness, and the shadow corroded the giant beast. With a mortal body and the power of the heroic spirit, he tore a glimmer of life in the desperate situation. This is a story of a weak chicken's counterattack, and it is also a tragic song of survival in a desperate situation. When the roar of the evil beast shattered the sky, and when the hero's blood dyed the earth red, Li Feng clenched the sword in his hand. Behind him were the cries and hopes of the survivors, and in front of him was the endless abyss. He will eventually understand that true strength is never talent, but the courage to draw the sword and move forward after recognizing one's insignificance - because even a glimmer of light can pierce the deepest darkness.