He cried miserably, heartbroken beyond measure, as if trapped in the Avici Hell, suffering to the utmost extreme.
Just then, a thud came from outside the base—not too loud, but not quiet either, as though something had struck the ground.
A mere two seconds after the impact, the exchange station's gate rumbled open.
Someone walked in.
The newcomer swept his gaze around, then looked up at the shattered Sky Screen, his expression grave. "Things have changed quite a bit."
Lowering his gaze to the electric sparks flickering all around, he said, "At least there's still electricity."
Finally, he looked at the man-eater kneeling in the middle of the training ground, howling without end.
Yet the man-eater only continued weeping to himself, paying no heed to anything else.
Thud, thud, thud. Amid heavy footsteps, the tall newcomer walked up to the man-eater.
A shadow fell beneath the sunlight. He looked down from above, his faintly glowing eyes gathering the traces around him, and he had already deduced quite a few things. Looking again at the man-eater, though his physique had changed considerably, a faint trace of his former self could still be seen.
He knew this man.
In fact, he knew and was familiar with every single person from First Base.
Before coming here, he had already foreseen this scene. Former comrades, brothers who had once lined up for meals in the same cafeteria and bathed in the same bathhouse, now able only to meet with weapons drawn—it truly left a bitter taste in his heart.
The newcomer spoke, steadfastness tinged with regret and a sigh. "Gangzi, is that you? What are you crying for?"
The sobbing burly man shuddered. His crying abruptly stopped, turning into sniffles instead. His voice was filled with grief, and his immensely muscular shoulders trembled. "I...