At the seaside, Wu Shaozhen stood silently on the beach, staring out at the ocean, his face filled with anguish...
Almost everyone who had come from the Farmhouse Resort had fallen in battle. The blow was far too much for him to bear. He did not even know how he could go back and face their parents and loved ones...
In the past, they had always joked that if disaster struck, the Farmhouse Resort would be the safest place in the world...
Yet only when disaster truly struck did they understand that there was something called responsibility...
Neither Wu Shaozhen nor the others could simply guard their own little corner of the world and ignore whether everyone else lived or died...
With great power came great responsibility. Those were not just empty words. When they saw the Blood Slaves invading, they had stepped forward without hesitation...
Facing God-tier powerhouses, they had known that charging in would mean death, yet they had done so without flinching. That was responsibility etched into their very bones...
Even he had not been sure he would survive this battle. His thoughts at the time had been simple: if they failed to hold the line, they would all die together...
But when everyone around him had died and he alone survived, the feeling was worse than death itself...
Countless surviving ability users besides him were also immersed in grief...
Some wailed openly, some sobbed quietly, and others knelt on the ground, blaming themselves and hating their failure to protect their comrades...
It was not just those present. Countless people across China who witnessed the scene also shed silent tears...
Just then, Wu Ziyin, who had been crouching on the ground with her head buried, suddenly looked up. Her eyes were red, and tears still streaked her