SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

He coughed up two mouthfuls of blood as soon as he stood up, splattering them onto Ning Mo's blood-stained clothes.

Ning Mo struggled to open his blood-covered eyelids, and when he sensed a familiar presence, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

That smile was more like a grimace than a cry, yet it carried the relief of surviving a catastrophe.

Looking at his blood-soaked appearance, Qinghe teased in a hoarse voice:

"Being able to laugh means you're not going to die."

Ning Mo's lips twitched, and only a dry, labored sound came from his throat; he couldn't utter a single word.

If you really can't say it, then don't say it.

Qinghe crouched down and carefully carried him on her back. "Although it was a pyrrhic victory, it was much better than we expected."

He carried Ning Mo on his back and walked towards Feng Xi, his steps unsteady as if he were walking on cotton.

Hearing the noise, Feng Xi struggled to lift her eyes.

When she saw Qinghe's figure clearly, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and she smiled with relief:

"It's so good that you're still here."

Qinghe walked up to her, forcing a smile. "I'm going to hug you."

Feng Xi's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, then she laughed in exasperation, her voice weak and teasing:

"Go ahead and hug me. Do you think I can move right now?"

"Cough—cough—"

Qinghe coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood and almost fell over when he squatted down. He gently wrapped his arms around Feng Xi's waist and carefully picked her up.

He carried Ning Mo on his back and held Feng Xi in his arms, staggering as he walked out of the ruins.

The three men's gazes swept over the blood-red ruins on both sides, their expressions growing increasingly somber.

The rain washed away the bloodstains on the ground, but it couldn't wash away the stench of blood in the air.

A thought simultaneously arose in their minds:

If a war of this scale were to happen again...

Will Zhen'e Ting still exist?

The battlefield is located in the west.

Cheng Sui's screams shattered the night, hoarse and choked with sobs: "Cheng Xiao, wake up, you bastard!"

He knelt on the ground, leaning on his long sword.

Cheng Xiao, standing before me, was covered in blood, like a frozen, blood-red sculpture, motionless.

"You son of a bitch, you were engaged to my sister, but now you're going back on your word!"

Cheng Sui's voice choked with sobs, and tears mixed with raindrops fell onto Cheng Xiao's face—he dared not touch Cheng Xiao, afraid that he would shatter if he did.

Until his roar became hoarse, a faint cough suddenly rang out!

Cheng Sui's eyes lit up instantly, and his breathing became so rapid that he seemed to be gasping for air:

"Cheng Xiao?!"

Cheng Xiao forced out a few words through gritted teeth, his voice barely a whisper:

"Cheng Sui...you...damn it...I'm not dead..."

"groove!"

Cheng Sui's curses were tinged with wild joy, yet the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up in a smile.

"Why have you been so silent all this time? Do you enjoy watching me cry at my grave?"

"I...I'm tired..."

After Cheng Xiao finished speaking, his head tilted to the side and he fell into a coma!

Holy crap!

Cheng Sui quickly caught him, frantically checking his breath, her expression panicked: "Damn it!"

"You're unconscious right now, right?"

"You're not completely over it, are you?"

"Hey!!"

"Even if you fainted, you should at least say something! You can't let my sister become a widow!"

the other side.

On the ruins of broken walls, two figures covered in blood lay.

Gu Cang's right hand trembled like a leaf in the wind.

He painstakingly pulled half a crumpled cigarette from the broken cigarette box and stuffed it into his chapped lips.

The lighter clicked three times before it lit.

He took a deep drag, the smoke choking him and causing him to cough violently. Two streams of dark red blood mixed with wisps of smoke sprayed onto the ground.

"Is it really that addictive? Will you die if you don't smoke?"

A clear but weak voice came from beside me.

Yu Ning's chest heaved violently as she tried to sit up by pushing herself up from the ground.

However, several deep wounds, revealing the bone, appeared on her two fair arms, and even the slightest exertion caused her to break out in a cold sweat.

Gu Cang tugged at the corners of his mouth, his hoarse voice tinged with self-mockery:

"You don't understand, cigarettes often have a healing effect."

He paused, his eyes filled with absurdity:

"That's really unexpected."

"The leader of Zhen'e Tingting and the SSS-level Calamity Red King actually have this kind of relationship. It's truly unbelievable."

"So...you don't know how they met?"

A hint of curiosity flashed in Yu Ningmei's eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed by exhaustion.

"I don't know."

Gu Cang took another drag of his cigarette, flicking the butt towards a distant pile of rubble; a spark flashed and disappeared in the rain.

"If it weren't for tonight's battle, I might never have thought about it on this level."

"It's so damn fantastical, you can't even write such a crazy plot in a storybook."

A faint smile appeared on Yu Ning's lips as she gazed at the dark sky and murmured softly:

"Hopefully, there will never be another war like this again."

Gu Cang also looked up at the sky, his eyes calm: "There are never any winners in war."

"Feed".

Yu Ning suddenly called out to him, her voice carrying a barely perceptible plea: "Can you still move?"

Gu Cang paused for a moment, then tentatively moved his leg.

The wound on my knee was throbbing with pain, but I could still barely bear it.

He mumbled, "I should...maybe...barely...able to move..."

"There are no living people around here. Please do me a favor and lead me out of these ruins." Yu Ning's voice softened.

"Um?"

Gu Cang turned to look at her, his eyes full of doubt: "How can I help?"

Yu Ning raised a delicate eyebrow slightly, her tone carrying a hint of matter-of-fact:

"Carry me on your back, or hug me, it's fine either way."

A few seconds later, Gu Cang gritted his teeth, stood up, and carefully carried Yu Ning on his back.

He staggered, swaying with every step, yet he clung tightly to Yu Ning's leg, as if afraid she would fall.

Their blood mingled and dripped onto the rubble of the ruins, leaving a trail of dark red stains.

The battlefield is located in the north.

With a severed arm, Chen Yong walked to the man in the ruins, his voice heavy: "Boss, about 60% of our men have been killed..."

He paused, his throat bobbing, and added, "It's very likely more than 60%..."

Zhao Shanhe took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

His fists were covered in blood, with his knuckles exposed, and blood dripped continuously from between his fingers, forming a small puddle on the ground.

His tone was weary, yet tinged with relief: "Chen Yong is doing much better than we expected."

Chen Yong paused for a moment, then smiled with relief, though the smile was full of bitterness: "Yes, after all... from the moment we stepped into the Sixth Special Zone, we never thought we would leave alive."

When will the medical team arrive?

Zhao Shanhe glanced at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood around him, and sighed again, his voice filled with helplessness.

"It's already on its way, but the quantity is far from enough..."

Before Chen Yong could finish speaking, Zhao Shanhe interrupted him: "All the medical personnel in Zhenbei City should be on their way."

He paused, then added in a deep voice, "Let's go, Chen Yong, take the brothers... home."