Floating corpses covered the surface of the sea, fresh blood dyeing an entire stretch of water red.
Sharks in the sea smelled the thick stench of blood, all rushing over here, gnawing on the corpses drifting on the surface.
Jiang Xiaobai and the others stood on the deck, watching the sharks chew at the bodies on the water, their scalps crawling.
This world was just that cruel—if they had lost just now, then the ones floating on the sea would be them, and it would be them that the sharks were feasting on.
"When will this war ever end?"
Seeing the Demon Soldiers' corpses being chewed by sharks, some people in the Resistance Army were not happy at all. They were already tired of this endless fighting; for them, peace was what they longed for most.
"Maybe soon, maybe far off—but justice never absents itself, it only arrives late."
Jiang Xiaobai gazed into the distance, a light of hope burning in his heart.
