Unfortunately, the crowd's cheers did not last long. As time passed, the voices gradually diminished... replaced by another kind of solemn silence.

They were not shouting because of thirst, but were shaken by everything happening before their eyes. Following the flow of the scene, more and more people saw the battlefield clearly. It was the most genuine feedback: flesh and blood flying, corpses scattered everywhere. Even through the screen, everyone seemed to hear, seemed to feel, the mixed cries of battle.

Those who've never been baptized by the flames of war will never understand the cruelty of war. In the battlefield, your fate is beyond your control—whether killed by stray bullets, blasted by shells, or...

The course of events didn't progress as perfectly as expected. Under the scorching sun, the land felt charred, like it had been smoked black, and life seemed cheap.

Every time the bizarre figure transformed into a black flash, disappearing instantly, the battlefield would see unknown additions to the list of the fallen.

Alliance soldiers charged fast but died even faster. The continuous pouring rain of light became the only melody on the battlefield, but alas, they were all friendly fire. At present, each country was like headless flies, unable to lock on targets.

Whenever the sound of the Gatling gun rang, its pleasant frequency couldn't safeguard soldiers' lives. People could see no dawn of victory. Having witnessed more, they only felt deeper despair.

With officers and soldiers marching in succession, casualties swapped places. Even ordinary folks finally realized the problem wasn't so simple!

The increasingly rising battle damage continued to soar, and as more and more soldiers lay dead on the battlefield, the observing nations finally felt panic.

Full retreat became the unified slogan for fleets of all countries in an instant.

But never forget, far hundreds of kilometers away, beyond a warrior is slowly approaching in this direction.

The reason he was not moving at high speed was simply because the conditions didn't allow for it. As the body entered a stage of barbaric growth, all his initial state had to readjust to this planet to reach a peak—a state of potential outburst.

During this process, not to mention high-speed movement, even an ordinary person could harm the defenseless Feng Yi.

In fact, someone had already harmed Feng Yi in this state—it wasn't just one person, one was Kexiao, and the other was Sky Shadow.

At this moment, the situation across nations was unfavorable. Under unified orders, the soldiers were indeed withdrawing one by one, but whether they could leave was another matter.

After all, losing contact usually meant death, with each lost person representing a soldier. Seeing the constantly growing number of casualties on the battlefield made nations desperate.

Belonging to the Federation's Sky Eagle Fleet were the Soy Sauce sisters. They graduated from Wind Thunder Military Academy and although they were pretty, they shared a common trait of expressionless faces, seldom showing any smiles.

As chief intelligence officers, their professional capability was indisputable. Just when the countries were at a loss, one suddenly discovered something caught by Sky Eye—Feng Yi from the Seventh District!?

"Feng! Sir Feng!" exclaimed the younger Soy Sauce sister, her face filled with wonder.

"What Sir Feng?" Simony, the captain, quickly questioned with brows furrowing.

"Reporting to the captain, it's Feng Yi, the Federation's Feng Yi. I don't think I'm mistaken, right?"

Simony was stunned. "What's all this captain business?" Was this girl getting confused? But she was more concerned about the matter involving the Federation's Feng Yi.

...Feng Yi!?

Wasn't that person dead, and had been dead for years—wait, Feng Yi! That person is indeed Feng Yi! A bolt of lightning suddenly struck in Simony's mind.

She was more than familiar with Feng Yi. If Kexiao was a renowned general of the present age, unmatched in the world, then Feng Yi's talents certainly equaled Kexiao's. As for the art of war, winning was crucial, yet Feng Yi's prowess was far beyond mere warfare.

It's said that Feng Yi had left two years ago. During these two years, Kexiao had been quiet too, with some saying they'd retired and some saying they were in pursuit of their own paths, disappearing from public view. Yet nobody knew where this group went, not even Roland.

Nonetheless, with the Human Alliance's two battles twinkle stars, those dazzling young heroes reappeared like meteor showers. At this moment, even Feng Yi appeared in the imaging instrument. Does it indicate certain secrets?

The present Feng Yi had not changed a bit from before. Time hadn't left any unnecessary marks on his face. His resolute face was full of fighting spirit, just like back then, when he was a stunning, bold special envoy of the Federation.

Although Feng Yi was under thirty at the time, in that unique wartime era, he wrote with his burning soul a warrior's undefeated legend—a soldier's epic—later celebrated through poetry, paying tribute to Divine Wind before Shadow Rider.

For a moment, Simony felt inexplicably teary-eyed.

Reflecting on that nostalgic age, when as fleet commander, she had encountered Feng Yi at Wind Thunder Military Academy and conversed with him at the Northern War Zone. Now as times change, despite people's absence, only that spirit remains unforsaken.

Being able to converse with such a person was indeed a fortune.

Today, Feng Yi had shed his former cold brilliance, becoming profound and reserved, naturally dignified, with plain affability, yet in the ethereal realm, he cast an aura surpassing any previous period—a transcendence not easily described. It was an exceeding righteousness akin to the noble sky eagle.

Though Sky Eye merely captured his silhouette, it couldn't conceal Feng Yi's unique edge.

While walking, Feng Yi seemed aware, his gaze slightly moving, looking towards the above air. The steps forward remained unchanged.

"Captain, do you want to try contacting him?" spoke the elder Soy Sauce sister.

"No need."

Simony gently shook her head. She longed to see him personally, to witness this legendary figure not seen for years, but she knew well Feng Yi must have plans to be here, not wishing to impose on him.

"By the way, report his appearance to the Capital, but keep it low-profile."

"Affirmative."

Simony let out a sigh and wiped nonexistent sweat. She didn't know why seeing Feng Yi brought inexplicable calm.

Perhaps, Feng Yi was just a person. Maybe, it was a kind of nameless hope. But there's no maybe. Feng Yi is Feng Yi, always bringing unexpected surprises. When you know him more, you'll find you know less.

"Captain, the Capital Planet's Star Domain Broadcast connection disrupted for 003 milliseconds; now reset done."

"Really unusual."

But when observing Feng Yi's direction, he'd already vanished, with no trace to be found again...

For a moment, even Simony and the Soy Sauce sisters doubted whether the previous image was merely an illusory dream. Unfortunately, this group of images was captured by the battlefield recorder's unmanned system.

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