On the shattered surface of the Ice Sea, a large amount of broken ice floats along with the wreckage of Source Energy Boat debris.
Countless bodies rise and fall within the waves.
The heavy fog has dispersed.
"Dead... all dead..."
A deep, murmuring voice echoes above the sea, swallowed by the waves.
Yin Zhuo, the Fourth Elder of the Light Temple, stands alone and despondent atop the well-preserved, massive alloy cover of the Main Light Ship.
His hair is disheveled, extremely haggard; the magnificent sacred white robe he wears is in shreds, and his chest, pierced by a laser beam, emits hissing heat from the unhealed flesh.
In the final barrage, the Light Main Ship failed to break through and was completely shot down, and those protection boats exploded in mid-air.
This can no longer be described as heavy casualties.
Survivors are one in a hundred.
And even those survivors have lost limbs, with little time left to live.
