For more than half a year, this scene had flashed through her mind countless times. Yet when it truly unfolded before her eyes, it was still unbearable.
Leina stared blankly at everything before her. The homeland she had once found unbearably tedious, conservative, and unchanging was now about to become cosmic dust amid wave after wave of explosions.
That old fossil who was always lecturing her, whom she both respected and resented, had now been impaled through the chest and lifted into the air on a sword, dying a gruesome death.
Yes, this was all his own fault. If he had not foolishly taken part in that damned God Slaying Plan, he would never have ended up like this. Lieyang would not have clashed with New Tiangong, and none of this would have happened. He had brought it all upon himself!
Yet even thinking that, Leina could not stop her tears. Everything around her turned black and white, and the only color left was the bloodstain on Pan Zhen's chest, glaringly red.
To rescue the Main Star, Leina had abandoned those "exorbitantly expensive" defensive fortifications. She left part of her forces behind to hold back the Tiangong Third Army, while she led everyone else back through a temporary wormhole bridge.
For the first time, she felt that a transmission of just over ten minutes could be so agonizingly long. By the time the last of the army emerged from the wormhole bridge, they discovered they were still too late.
The returning formation was shrouded in grief. Xuan Tianji and the other senior generals looked as though their eyes would split open, their gazes filled with not only sorrow but boundless fury.
The ordinary soldiers either beat their chests and stamped their feet or clutched their heads and wailed. Men did