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Looking at the Elders, Fengshan couldn't believe that the clan leader had truly passed away. He insisted on going to see him one last time to bid farewell.
The White-Haired Clan Elder was initially unwilling, stubbornly refusing to let Fengshan pay his respects to the body.
"Just let him take a look. This grudge must be remembered," the Whitebeard Elder suddenly erupted, "Do you think that by pretending to be indifferent, Fengshan will listen to you? Does he not understand what kind of person you are? No matter how painful the wound is, it must be exposed; otherwise, it will be forgotten."
The White-Haired Clan Elder sighed deeply and stopped trying to prevent them, turning his back on them instead.
Qin Zhi Han, Su Ruolan, and Fengshan walked step by step inside. When they saw the body of the Y Clan Leader, their hearts filled with anger and sorrow. The Y Clan Leader had several gunshot wounds on his body, evident from the bloodstains on his clothes, but those were clearly not fatal. The most lethal blow was a sharp dagger embedded in his forehead. It was clear that the Y Clan Leader had turned pale and gray; his body had already begun to show signs of zombification. He had died not only from human bullets but also from this dark apocalypse.
Fengshan now understood deeply why the Elders had no will to survive. In the Yan Tribe, killing the clan leader was tantamount to betraying the tribe. Whether actively or passively, the moment one laid hands on the clan leader, death was inevitable.
"Fengshan, go back and take care of the remaining tribesmen. The hope of the Yan Tribe lies with you," the White-Haired Clan Elder said earnestly to Fengshan.
He slowly approached Su Ruolan, his body appearing even more hunched at over sixty years old. "Miss Su, for the sake of so many innocent tribesmen who have perished, I ask you to take good care of the Yan Tribe in the future. No matter what, please leave us a bloodline; this old man would be immensely grateful." He bowed deeply until he nearly touched the ground.
Su Ruolan quickly helped him up. "Elder, you are too polite. I will do my utmost for Ruo Lan and will never delay."
"Then thank you. You all should leave quickly. We need to seal this place soon," the White-Haired Clan Elder said coldly.
Qin Zhi Han led the dazed Fengshan out of the tunnel. Fengshan knelt on the ground, bowing deeply in farewell, unable to lift his head for a long time.
Qin Zhi Han felt a deep sense of anguish; it was unbearable that he had not killed Beren, yet Beren had died because of him.
The three hundred soldiers also held their breath, witnessing the tragedy unfold before them. Their hearts were heavy with the weight of Yan Tribe's profound loyalty and the deep-seated enmity they now bore. This was the first time this unit had taken on not only their own burdens but also those of others. They felt a newfound sense of responsibility, a weighty mission that pressed upon them.
As Qin Zhi Han and his companions prepared to leave the city, they unexpectedly encountered Mi Hong and his group in the central area of Y Base.
"I knew you would come back; I hit the nail on the head," Mi Hong boasted arrogantly. "Take them down!"
No one anticipated such a close confrontation, and fortunately, Mi Hong had brought only about five hundred men with him. The two sides clashed fiercely.
Qin Zhi Han's team was fueled by pent-up energy, fighting with a ferocity that surprisingly surpassed Mi Hong's forces. After a flurry of gunfire, casualties were nearly equal on both sides. Soon, ammunition ran low, and they began to rely on their abilities.
Mi Hong was stunned to see that the majority of Qin Zhi Han's First Battalion soldiers had evolved abilities. His eyes widened with greed; if he could seize this team for himself, he would have power at his fingertips. With these elites under his command, he wouldn't have to worry about losing influence when he returned. He had to take them; he must take them!
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