Rumbling!
A mutant with its brain smashed out rolled down helplessly from a pile of corpses over ten meters high, no longer daring to rush up to meet its demise.
A hundred meters away, a six-legged mutant boss was burned into bald charcoal, the air filled with the enticing aroma of meat, and the flames even spread to many other mutants' remains.
From a bird's-eye view, the chaotic 130 Aircrew Base was broadly charred, indistinguishable from a real battlefield—in fact, this was a real battlefield!
Inside the 131 Aircrew Base, all who saw this scene fell deathly silent.
The first light of dawn broke the horizon, casting a golden glow on the figure standing atop the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.
Chen Fei stood above, looking down at the dozen or so ferocious monsters still howling ceaselessly, his hand's Physics Holy Sword still unwavering, while blood incessantly dripped from the blood-drenched tip of his white steel crowbar.
