A massive mushroom cloud erupted a short distance behind Yu Lan.
The air and the earth trembled violently.
When Yu Lan came to her senses, she realized the young special forces soldier who had just been tightly holding her hand and pulling her to safety was gone.
A light rain began to fall.
It landed on Yu Lan's fair, soft face, leaving a crimson trail.
It was a rain of blood.
At the last moment, the young special forces soldier had turned back to shield Yu Lan from the laser cannon's blast.
A single golden tear slid from the corner of Yu Lan's eye.
Yu Lan squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath.
An indescribable, heavy sorrow weighed down on her heart.
Just moments ago, they had been talking, proudly vowing to win this tournament.
The next instant,
he was torn to pieces, dying before her very eyes in such a brutal fashion.
'How can I accept this?'
'How can I possibly accept this?'
At that moment,
at the sight of this scene,
the livestream chat fell silent.
