The howling wind lifted the ends of Chen Yang's hair.
It also dispersed the smoke and dust all over the sky.
When vision was restored.
Only then did they notice that, among the group of over a hundred led by Li Wenteng, half had disappeared, and splashes of blood touched everyone's sensory nerves.
The remaining people were as silent as cicadas in winter, standing dumbfounded in front of a huge crater, shivering.
This big pit, nearly ten meters in size, was the center of countless cracks radiating in all directions, like a ghastly wound, shocking to behold.
"Cough, cough."
Accompanied by a violent cough, the disheveled and battered Li Wenteng grasped the edge of the pit with both hands and struggled to climb up.
Who could have imagined that the previously arrogant and imposing Li Wenteng would fall into this predicament in the blink of an eye?
