"What?"
Yu Shu lifted his head, dazed, staring at that jubilant face, incredulous: "I... I... but I..."
"You didn't do anything wrong. You fought until the last moment, giving it your all, not disappointing anyone's expectations."
Ji Jue patted his shoulder and laughed: "Precisely because you gritted your teeth and persisted until the end, isn't that why we achieved such a perfect result?
Our plan has succeeded."
Yu Shu stood there in a daze, speechless, but heard a voice beside him like a command: "Stand up, Yu Shu— as a resistor, do you want to kneel to witness the end?"
Before realizing, his body involuntarily stood up.
Rigidly, he lifted his head.
Gazing towards the impending destruction.
Struggling to breathe.
Meanwhile, Ji Jue stepped forward, gazing at the sky covered in light as cracks spread.
The vast camp was like a bubble in the palm of a hand, squeezed tight by hands, cruelly compressing, gradually crushed.
