The whole world fell silent.
All three Sky Net Experts had died in battle.
Of the Ouyang Family's three experts, two were dead and one was on the brink of death.
Of the Great Organization's three experts, two were dead and one was seriously wounded—the strategist.
Long Aotian struggled to brace himself against the ground. Just as he was about to get up, he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed facedown again.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "Damn it... these... bastards..."
Then he tried to get back up once more.
Zhao Ritian leaned against a large tree, gasping for breath as blood continuously poured from his mouth. He could not move.
Chen Can and Huo Wendong both stood there with their mouths half-open, too shocked for words.
They had stopped arguing. So many people had died that they were scared senseless.
Their minds had suddenly calmed down!
All of a sudden, the world felt so quiet. They felt so peaceful—and a little scared.
Lu Chengwen had a coat draped over his shoulders as he ate sunflower seeds, spitting the shells out with little ptooey sounds. Zhao Gang stood in front of him, catching each shell one by one with a fawning smile.
Lu Chengwen remained expressionless, though some of the hatred in his heart had eased.
That day, Martial Uncle had faced this very same situation, hadn't he?
My Martial Uncle had been a scumbag of a generation, truly guilty of endless evils and utterly devoid of humanity!
Yet he had been plotted against and besieged by a pack of nobodies... ultimately dying in the wilderness.
Today, you'll learn what it feels like to die in battle after exhausting all your strength.
Zhao Ritian sat beneath the tree, gasping and vomiting blood. "Lu... Second Senior Brother... tell my