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Suddenly, the voice of Master Han came through the communicator, breaking the busy and tense atmosphere in the command center.
“Chen Xiang!” Master Han's voice was urgent and resolute. “I’ve already ordered the troops to retreat! I… must hold Feng Tianlong here!”
Upon hearing Master Han's words, Chen Xiang was taken aback. He immediately picked up the communicator and shouted, “Master Han, that meteorite… did you summon it?”
On the other end of the communicator, Master Han's voice came through, slightly breathless and coughing, as if he were forcing back pain. “Yes, I summoned it! I don’t have time to explain much, Chen Xiang, hurry! Get the people in the shelters ready to brace for impact!”
Chen Xiang felt a wave of helplessness and shock wash over him; everything was unfolding beyond his expectations. Master Han intended to face Feng Tianlong alone and had summoned such a terrifying meteorite. He understood Master Han's reasons for doing this and knew it might be the only way to stop Feng Tianlong, but it also meant that Master Han could be facing immense danger, possibly even death.
“Master Han…” Chen Xiang's voice trembled for a moment, but he quickly steadied himself, realizing that hesitation was not an option. “I understand. I will arrange it immediately!”
He put down the communicator, his expression grave, and swiftly turned to the soldiers and staff in the command center, issuing orders loudly. “Prepare to receive the retreating troops immediately! Activate all shelter alarms and notify everyone to prepare for impact!”
The lights in the command center flickered as piercing alarm bells echoed throughout the shelter, broadcasting through the communication system to every corner. The soldiers sprang into action, urgently reinforcing defensive preparations at various fortifications while quickly arranging for personnel evacuation and redeployment.
Chen Xiang's heart raced as he gripped the communicator tightly, feeling a heavy sense of responsibility weighing on him. He knew that every second counted from this point on. Master Han had chosen to face Feng Tianlong alone for Southern Capital and all of humanity; this pressure and sacrifice filled Chen Xiang with immense respect but also a profound sense of heaviness.
Standing at the command platform, he watched the battle situation on the screen, silently praying that Master Han could successfully buy time for the retreating troops and that the power of the meteorite could hold back Feng Tianlong, safeguarding Southern Capital's defenses.
“Master Han, you must hold on…” Chen Xiang thought resolutely to himself, determination shining in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Li Ming and his group were racing toward Southern Capital at full speed when suddenly, a massive meteorite appeared in the distant sky, painting the entire horizon red with its searing flames. This sight caused everyone to involuntarily stop in their tracks, gazing at what looked like an apocalyptic scene unfolding before them.
Li Ming felt an unprecedented sense of oppression rising from the depths of his heart, as if something was crushing his chest. He stared at the enormous meteorite, his eyes filled with shock and fear, unable to help but whisper, "What... what is going on?"
Beside him, Chen Yao also wore a grave expression, her gaze fixed on the meteorite. After a moment, it seemed she had thought of something; her tone was somber as she said, "Master Han... may have resorted to his last resort. He must be facing an extremely formidable enemy..."
Her voice carried an unmistakable weight of worry and heaviness because she understood that Master Han would never easily wield such destructive power. This undoubtedly meant that the situation had reached an irretrievable point.
Upon hearing this, Li Ming's mind flashed with the sinister and domineering face of Feng Tianlong. His breathing quickened, and the fear in his eyes was gradually replaced by a deep sense of concern and anxiety. He clenched his fists and murmured to himself, "Feng Tianlong... it must be him."
At this thought, Li Ming felt an invisible pressure weighing down on his shoulders, nearly suffocating him. He had already experienced Feng Tianlong's strength; he was an enemy beyond comprehension. Now, even Master Han had to resort to his final means, which left Li Ming deeply unsettled.
Chen Yao observed Li Ming's expression and could sense his inner turmoil and fear, but she knew that they could not let fear take hold at this moment. She took a deep breath, patted Li Ming's shoulder, and said firmly, "We can't stop now; Southern Capital is still waiting for us."
Li Ming looked up at Chen Yao's determined eyes, and the turmoil within him gradually calmed. He understood that this was not the time for fear; the fate of Southern Capital still rested in their hands. Taking a deep breath to suppress his fear, he nodded and rekindled his courage.
"Let's go! We must reach Southern Capital!" Li Ming said as he stepped forward again with a resolute expression, quickly heading toward Southern Capital. Behind him, Chen Yao and the rest of the team followed closely, advancing toward the battle that would determine their fate.
Master Han stood atop the battlefield, covered in dust and sweat, surrounded by a group of anxious Human Soldiers eager to flee. Their faces were etched with fear and panic; some trembled as they stumbled backward, trying to escape the impending doom.
On the battlefield, as the meteorite summoned by Master Han drew closer, the Demon Soldiers abandoned their armor and retreated in a panic. Their previously overwhelming assault completely collapsed at this moment as they scattered like headless flies.
However, amidst this chaos, Master Han noticed that Xiao Feng and several Cultivators remained steadfast in their positions. They gritted their teeth and relentlessly fired their machine guns at the retreating Demon Soldiers as if they were tireless. Their expressions were resolute, showing no sign of being swayed by the impending disaster around them.
Master Han's heart tightened; he knew well the power of that meteorite—it was capable of annihilating everything. Suppressing his anxiety, he shouted loudly, "What are you doing? Run! If you don't leave now, you'll suffer too!"
His voice was filled with urgency and concern; he did not want to see these brave Cultivators sacrifice themselves in this disaster.
However, Xiao Feng turned around, his face set with determination and resolve, and replied loudly, "Master, if we all leave, who will cover for you?"
His voice rang out strong and unwavering. Xiao Feng's words struck Master Han's heart like a sharp knife. A pang of bitterness surged within Master Han; these Cultivators knew that the outcome of this battle could mean fighting to the death, yet they still chose to stay behind to protect him and buy time for the other soldiers to retreat.
Master Han felt an immense weight in his heart. He knew he could not easily abandon these brave warriors; he had to ensure their survival at all costs. But at this moment, he also understood that everything had already surpassed his control.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the anxiety and pain within him, and spoke loudly to Xiao Feng and the other Cultivators, "You are all remarkable! But I will not allow you to die in vain! Retreating is for a better fight; now is the time!"
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