"Where are the survivors? They're all shattered."
Chen Ya suspiciously stared at Zhao Zhibao, and the other members of Team 087 gathered around.
On the ground lay a mass of meat chunks, completely frozen and shattered by a powerful impact.
They varied in size, with distinct edges, covered in a thin layer of frost, resembling accidentally broken but quickly refrozen butcher shop inventory scattered everywhere.
What kind of absurd survivors would they be? This is a bit too abstract.
Zhao Zhibao's face was also full of confusion, his eyes betraying a mixture of shock and uncertainty, clearly indicating that his own rationality was resisting the "reality" he saw.
Yet he gritted his teeth and insisted,
"Captain, it's true they're shattered, but I suspect they're not dead yet."
Chen Ya was shocked: "The bodies are shattered into pieces, and they're not dead?"
Zhao Zhibao took a deep breath, carefully crafting his words:
