Reinforcements from the Northwestern Legion and Central Legion arrived several minutes later, but what use were they going to be? The losses that had already been incurred couldn't be recovered.

Dong Zi'an stood atop his Fierce Wolf mecha, looking at the ruined encampment, and it was as if he had suddenly aged 10 years.

If it weren't for his selfishness in trying to force the deployment of Eternal Heaven, the Western Legion wouldn't have been dealt such a heavy blow.

However, there was no way to undo his decision; the reality was irreversible.

A series of figures were being reported to him, further exacerbating his pain.

The familiar faces of his brothers had ceased to exist, and the enemy had been far more powerful than he had anticipated.

Qiangu Dongfeng!

As soon as the name surfaced in Dong Zi'an's mind, his heart was filled with burning...