The scene before them was shocking: within Changsheng Castle, flames soared to the sky, thick smoke billowed, resembling a human purgatory. The flames mercilessly licked at the city walls, devouring everything combustible, crackling as they consumed.
The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning, nearly suffocating, each breath laced with the sting of scorching pain. In the distance, the shouts of battle and cries intertwined, forming a tragic symphony that reverberated across this land shrouded in the flames of war.
Shi Feiyang's figure appeared particularly tall and straight in the firelight, and Gong Simeng's gaze involuntarily followed him.
In this chaotic scene, their eyes met.
There was determination and concern in Shi Feiyang's eyes, as if telling Gong Simeng not to fear, that he would protect everything.
Meanwhile, Gong Simeng's eyes were filled with worry and attachment, fearing that Shi Feiyang might encounter danger in this battle.
