High above.
The snowy planet was getting closer and closer to the Great Xia, and had already entered the atmosphere, carrying terrifying tornadoes and roaring like thunder.
Many cities in the Great Xia were shrouded in darkness and terror, ravaged by storms, and their buildings were violently destroyed.
Towering trees were uprooted, and skyscrapers were snapped in half.
The huge neon sign made of steel frame outdoors, along with cars, were swept into the air, dancing wildly like kites, before crashing to the ground in pieces.
Many innocent people were instantly blown away, losing their lives, and screams of agony filled the air.
The situation is even more serious in the cities closest to the South China Sea.
Dark clouds filled the sky, torrential rain poured down, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and visibility was extremely low.
Rumble—
The enormous snow-covered planet finally crashed down, less than 10,000 meters from the South China Sea.
A violent and powerful shockwave swept in.
The storm howled.
Power line towers were destroyed by the hurricane, and blue sparks flew everywhere.
On the surface of the snowy planet, snow-capped peaks are constantly collapsing, and millstone-like boulders are crashing to the ground.
Buildings in many cities were destroyed, many people lost their lives, the streets were riddled with potholes, and screams of agony filled the air.
Faced with such a terrifying natural disaster, even those with extraordinary abilities would be powerless to turn the tide.
Ye Feng transformed into a streak of light, weaving through the fallen boulders.
Faced with such a terrifying natural disaster, he was powerless to stop it with his current cultivation level. He needed to rescue Yan Ruyu and Zhou Xiaoke first.
Yan Ruyu is the key figure in the "Everyone Can Be Martial Arts" plan, and there is no room for error; we must rescue her.
Of course, along the way, Ye Feng also rescued many innocent people and temporarily settled them in safe areas.
"ah!"
High above, the God of War, Situ Zhantian, hovered in the air, roaring to the sky, his blood-red battle robe fluttering in the gale.
He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes revealing a look of fearlessness in the face of death.
"What joy is there in life, and what fear is there in death for a true man!"
"I, Situ Zhantian, swear today to live and die with the Great Xia!"
Rumble—
He raised his hands high, creating a screen of light, and channeled his cultivation to its limit, causing his battle robes to billow.
His entire body was enveloped in a halo of spiritual energy, shining brightly.
"Me too!"
Zhuge Wuwo roared and rushed forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with the God of War. He held up a screen of light with both hands and linked with the God of War.
"I am Zhao Dezhi."
"I am Meng Guofang."
“I, Su Zhan Kong.”
"..."
More and more martial artists from the Great Xia Dynasty took to the air, hovering above the South China Sea, burning their own cultivation.
A large light screen was erected in mid-air to catch the falling boulder and save many lives.
They were fearless in the face of death, numbering in the hundreds of thousands, including many experts from the Blood Mist Sect.
They were willing to die to save the people of Daxia.
Green hills everywhere bury loyal bones; why must they be wrapped in horsehide to return home?
Moreover, dying on one's own land is a supreme honor.
The Great Xia national flag fluttered in the wind above the base.
It symbolizes the indomitable fighting spirit of the warriors of the Great Xia Dynasty, as well as their national integrity of facing death without fear!
Situ Zhantian roared to the sky, his cultivation power igniting as he gritted his teeth and said.
"I'll hold on for as long as I can, even if it's just for one second."
"We, the warriors of Great Xia, are dedicated to protecting our homeland and defending our country. What is there to fear in the face of death!"
"war!"
"war!"
"war!"
Hundreds of thousands of martial artists from the Great Xia Dynasty roared in unison, burning their own cultivation power, their voices filled with tragic heroism.
The entire sky over the South China Sea, including the city behind it, was enveloped by this enormous curtain of light, its surface covered with a thick layer of snow.
Huge rocks crashed down, and huge cracks appeared in the light barrier.
Many martial artists began to collapse from exhaustion and were crushed to death, but not a single one of them retreated even half a step.
Blood stained the national flag below!
It even dyed the sea red.
Many people's eyes welled up with tears after seeing this scene, silently paying tribute to the martial artists of the Great Xia Dynasty.
"They knew they were facing a near-certain death, yet they still insisted on doing it. To protect the people behind them, they had no regrets even if they died. This is the spirit of the Great Xia soldiers!"
"This is a soldier's duty, and also their highest honor."
"We soldiers should serve our country with utmost loyalty and die for it without regret!"
"In my next life, I still want to be a Great Xia person."
"If there really is an afterlife, I want to join the army, defend my country, and bring glory to my family."
"Since ancient times, no one has ever escaped death; let my loyal heart shine in history."
Among the many ordinary people below, someone started humming a song:
...
As the smoke of war rises, one looks northward across the land.
Dragons rise and swirl, horses neigh, and sword energy is like frost.
My heart is like the vast Yellow River.
In the span of twenty years, who could rival him?
Driven by rage and rage, he aimed his longsword at the enemy.
Countless loyal souls of our brothers are buried on the battlefield.
I would gladly die a hundred times to serve my country.
Sighing silently, tears welling in her eyes.
...
More and more people joined in singing loudly, their voices tragic and powerful, like the vast Kunlun Mountains, resounding across the motherland like thunder.
Yes, if the country is destroyed, where can they escape to?
Since that's the case, why not sacrifice yourself for your country!
In this critical moment, more and more people of the Great Xia Dynasty calmed down. They stopped and prepared to die at any moment.
The adults wiped away the children's tears and gave them words of advice.
"Child, don't cry. Remember, there are no cowards among us Great Xia people!"
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