Searching for a way out, despite the despair of the scene before him, Xiao Yi knew he couldn't just sit there and wait for death. Xiao Yi's brow furrowed, his gaze firm and sharp, as if piercing the darkness. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his fear and anxiety, calming himself and contemplating a strategy. He began to move through the chaos, his steps hurried yet steady. His eyes constantly scanned his surroundings, searching for any possible clue or exit. He carefully examined every corner and crevice, hoping to find a glimmer of hope. Xiao Yi's mind raced, recalling his past knowledge and experience, trying to find a way to overcome the current predicament. As he walked, he silently planned possible routes and analyzed various possibilities. When he encountered obstacles, he didn't flinch, pushing away or climbing with all his might. Sweat soaked his clothes, and his hair became a mess, but he didn't care. Xiao Yi kept encouraging himself: "There must be a way, there will be a way out!" His voice echoed in his heart, becoming the driving force to persevere. Even though his attempts all ended in failure, he was not discouraged at all. Instead, he immediately adjusted his thinking and started looking again. In this difficult moment, Xiao Yi seemed to become a ray of light in the darkness. Although it was weak, it never went out. He firmly explored the unknown ahead, just to find that glimmer of hope for survival.

He struggled to find a way out amid the chaos, attempting to lead a small group of people back to order, to find hope for survival. Xiao Yi moved through the chaos, his steps quick but determined. People around him thrashed and scrambled frantically, objects flying everywhere, but his gaze remained focused and sharp, unfazed by the chaos. He nimbly dodged the onrushing figures and dodged the constantly flying debris. Every step forward required an effort to push aside those who stood in his way. His clothes were torn, and scrapes and bruises appeared on his body, yet he felt no pain. Xiao Yi shouted, "Follow me, let's find a way out together!" His voice was hoarse, but still powerful. However, most people were lost in their own fear and madness, ignoring his calls. But Xiao Yi refused to give up. He held tightly to those who still had a shred of reason, his resolute gaze giving them courage and confidence. He surveyed his surroundings, rapidly mapping out possible escape routes in his mind. He led this small group through the narrow passage, groping their way forward. The passage was filled with dust and smoke, making it difficult to breathe, but Xiao Yi bravely pressed forward. Whenever he reached a fork in the road, he would pause, listening carefully to his surroundings and judging which path was more likely to lead to safety. Sometimes, they would reach a dead end and be forced to turn back, but Xiao Yi remained calm and constantly encouraged everyone not to lose heart. In this chaotic world, Xiao Yi was like a fearless navigator, using his determination and courage to strive to carve out a path to survival and hope for everyone.

"As long as there's even a glimmer of hope, we can't give up." Xiao Yi roared, his voice remarkably firm and powerful amid the clamor. An unyielding fire burned in Xiao Yi's eyes, a persistence and stubbornness that came from deep within. His eyes were bright and blazing, like two burning stars, dazzling and impossible to ignore. That fire held a defiance against fate and a contempt for adversity. It was as if he declared to the endless darkness that no matter how many hardships and obstacles lay ahead, they could not extinguish his faith. His gaze was fixed straight ahead, without a trace of retreat or hesitation. It was a determination to forge ahead, a courage that would never yield. His eyes betrayed no trace of fear or despair, only endless determination and courage. That burning fire seemed to say, even if the slightest chance was slim, even if the cost was immense, he would fight for it without hesitation. Those around him, watching his eyes blaze with unyielding fire, felt a tremor in their hearts. As if touched by a powerful force, a spark of hope reignited in the will that had nearly collapsed. Xiao Yi stood there, his eyes conveying unwavering faith, a unique sight amidst the chaos, a ray of hope that the people clung to in the darkness. Xiao Yi's eyes widened, his face filled with terror and despair. He strained with all his strength to stop the frenzied slaughter within the base. His voice had grown hoarse, but he still shouted with all his might, each word seeming to exhaust the strength of his soul. "Stop! Stop! We are allies, not enemies!" Xiao Yi's roar echoed through the base. However, the frantic men paid no heed; their eyes held only madness and murderous intent. Xiao Yi rushed forward, trying to grasp the hands of those brandishing weapons, but was mercilessly thrown away. He kept shouting and persuading, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat mingling with tears. But it was all in vain. His efforts were like a pebble thrown into the ocean, causing no ripples. His heart sank as he watched helplessly as his comrades, who had once been as close as family, fought each other, yet he was powerless to change this cruel reality.

He stood blankly in the chaos, his gaze vacant as he scanned the frantic battles. The despair in his eyes spread like ink in clear water, deepening. His eyes once held a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of hope to find even the slightest chance of reversing the situation. But as time passed, each attempt to intervene failed, each cry drowned out by the roar of slaughter, that glimmer of hope faded like a candle in the wind, gradually extinguishing. His eyes were bloodshot, his rims reddened, tears welling in them, but he stubbornly refused to shed them. He knew tears were meaningless in the face of this unchangeable chaos. His lips trembled slightly as he muttered, "How could this happen... How could this happen..." His voice was filled with helplessness and despair. He gazed at everything before him, seemingly foreseeing a dark and bloody future, yet he felt bound by invisible shackles, unable to break free, let alone change this apocalyptic chaos. Deep despair, like a sharp blade, pierced his heart again and again, causing his soul to tremble.