"You..." Luo Zhiwei's brows shot up in anger. She had barely opened her mouth when her face suddenly flushed crimson, and she spat out blood!
A mouthful of blood stained her white uniform.
"Speaker, I... I can't hold on much longer."
The ice encasing Rotting Hand and Hand of Chaos began to show signs of breaking.
Rotting Hand's cold laughter drifted out through the cracks.
"Soldiers of the Federation, run to your hearts' content. Your Speaker has abandoned you, but we of the West Continent have always respected human rights and human life.
In the name of the Ten Hands, I promise that once we defeat the East Continent Federation, we will not lay a hand on you. Under the rule of the Ten Hands, you will live better lives!
The Ten Hands are not invaders. We are the saviors bringing civilization and democracy to your East Continent!!"
At his urging, more and more soldiers began fleeing for their lives.
Du Jingzhe could only do his best to control his tentacles, but he had too few to keep everyone there.
Meanwhile, a rapid succession of cracks rang out from the ice around Rotting Hand and Hand of Chaos.
Crack, crack...
Large amounts of ice flaked off their bodies.
Luo Zhiwei gritted her teeth and held on, blood seeping between her lips.
Over by Du Jingzhe, the sounds of dragging and chewing were enough to set anyone's teeth on edge.
The soldiers screamed and fled. Everyone was racing against time.
At that critical moment, an unexpected arrival upset the balance between the two sides.
The surroundings grew strangely illusory, as though a hazy dream had been laid over them.
In the distant gap between illusion and reality, a figure in purple robes was sprinting toward them.
His illusory form entered everyone's