It's Xiao Jin.
She's still alive.
He's still alive.
Shen Tang's nose suddenly turned sore, and her eyes turned red in an instant. She bit her lip, forcibly suppressing the sob that almost escaped, while her grip on Lu Xiao's hand trembled.
Lu Xiao didn't speak, but gripped her hand tightly, his palm dry and warm, providing a reassuring strength.
"Let's go." His voice was steady.
The two of them flashed out of the Teleportation Channel, heading toward the direction of the explosion.
The arsenal over there had already turned into a sea of fire. Half of the gray-white buildings were blown apart, with rubble and metal shards scattered all over the ground, and the air filled with the pungent smell of burning and residual energy waves.
