Within seconds, everyone at the resettlement site knew the truth. That inspiring phantom of a demonic ape was the peerless combat technique of the Eighth-Grade Vice Admiral, Zhao Zhuangyuan. And this time, he had overdrawn his strength to cast it, directly sacrificing his own life. There was no turning back.
All the officers and soldiers of the Zhenqin Corps stood as straight as javelins, maintaining their salutes. Everyone's hands trembled uncontrollably, unable to calm down. Many among these soldiers were Zhao Zhuangyuan's subordinates, soldiers he had personally trained. And now, he had sacrificed himself.
In the Zhenqin Corps, apart from Wang Yetao, another god-like powerhouse had laid down his life for the country.
