(Apocalypse + Rebirth + Space + Hoarding + Ruthless Character + Golden Finger)
Xiao Yi, a ruthless King of Soldiers who struggled for five years in the apocalypse, was betrayed by his comrade...
On that distant shore, Fan Zun, Si Feifei, Cheng Mao, and others gathered together like bright stars, gleaming with determination. The Big Dipper team set out on their journey once again, their resolve like the brightest stars in the night sky, guiding the way forward.
They stood on the lofty mountainside, overlooking the magnificent scene below. Below them, ships of all sizes were lined up densely like stars, one after another, as if countless brave explorers were eager to jump off the ships.
Supernatural powers surged, guns roared, and a variety of weapons intertwined into a spectacular battle scene. Faced with the enemy's fierce attack, the few men did not retreat. Although their marksmanship was not as accurate as Xiao Yi's, each bullet was filled with faith and determination. They resolutely threw themselves into the battle, like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.
Xiao Yi, however, stood at a slightly higher position, like a farsighted commander. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, specifically targeting those commanders and those enemies with difficult superpowers. Every time he pulled the trigger, it was as if he was playing a triumphant song for justice and faith.
In this fierce battle, the Beidou Squad displayed a tenacious fighting spirit and boundless courage. They were not only warriors against the enemy, but also messengers of faith and justice. Their figures, as towering as mountains, are forever etched on this land, becoming a legend passed down through generations.
The battle was extremely fierce, and the enemy was beaten back again and again.
The long torture at sea has made them completely desperate.
Whether you drift on the sea and wait for death, or die in battle today, you cannot escape the final outcome.
Artillery fire flew, Xiao Yi fired one shot after another, only to feel his arms slowly losing sensation, relying only on instinct.
Leaning against the crevice of the stone, he drank a large jar of spiritual spring water, recovered his strength and fought again.