Human activity had ceased, roars and screams had disappeared, and the sparse and spacious battlefield was now filled with smoke. Hot steam was rising from the charred craters on the ground. Everywhere was covered with such craters. If one looked down from the sky, they could see the gigantic footprints of An Muda were covered with thousands of craters at this point of time.
However, at this point of time, no one cared about these things anymore.
Everyone was sitting on the ground paralyzed, gasping for air desperately. Even the smoky scent in the air smelled as if it was the best fragrance in the entire world now.
Severed limbs and grounded pieces of flesh were all around them.
It felt so good to be able to survive.
With a dazed look on their faces, all they could think of was this line.
Silver Soldier walked around the battlefield and patted the survivors on their shoulders to boost their morales.
