Chapter 143: The Lamp Goes Out
Author: Landing Vale
last update2026-10-01 09:37:59

"Tianhe, I fought for Lunguo my whole life. But I don't see a road to winning anymore. I have family too. I want to leave them a way out. So... I'm sorry. You have to die." The old man's face was flat. No movement in his eyes, like a puppet that had forgotten how to feel.

Before Tianhe could answer, the command center heaved. A great crack split the floor.

Stunned, he watched countless tentals burst up through the earth and drive straight through the soldiers standing there. Blood spilled acros
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