The Land of the Earth

After waking up from the ground, everyone looked confused and exhausted, with the panic from the thrilling battle still lingering in their eyes.

Tianyuan stood up suddenly, his hair was a little messy, his eyes were full of anxiety, and he shouted loudly: "Where is the Thunderstorm Fire Dragon?" His voice echoed in the empty space with a hint of nervous tremor.

Shengxia heard Tianyuan's cry and turned around hurriedly, and saw the corpse of the thunderstorm fire dragon on the ground. The huge skeleton was glowing pale in the sunlight.

A large area of ​​the surrounding land was scorched, and wisps of black smoke were rising. The scene was like a tragic painting, shocking and heartbreaking.

He Jiaojiao's face turned pale instantly, her lips trembling slightly, her eyes widening, and she said in horror: "Song Chao is covered in blood, he can't be... he can't be dead."

As she spoke, she subconsciously covered her mouth with her hand, as if trying to stop the fear that was welling up from the bottom of her heart.

Her body was trembling slightly, and she walked towards Song Chaoming with some unsteady steps, each step seeming extremely heavy.

When the others heard what He Jiaojiao said, they all rushed towards Song Chaoming.

A trace of panic flashed in Chaoyun's eyes. He quickly ran to Song Chaoming and knelt heavily on the ground, not caring about the sand and stones on the ground scratching his skin.

He stretched out his hands and carefully lifted up Song Chaoming's upper body. His movements were so gentle as if Song Chaoming was a fragile treasure.

His brows were tightly furrowed, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes were full of worry.

He put his hand in front of Song Chaoming's nose, trying to feel his breath.

However, the next second, he seemed to have been electrocuted. His whole body trembled violently, his eyes full of disbelief, and he shouted loudly: "Song Chaoming, he...he stopped breathing, his body is cold."

His voice was filled with tears and echoed in everyone's ears, making everyone's heart feel like being hit hard by a huge stone.

Feng Qi was originally standing a little distance away. When he heard the news, he was struck by lightning. His body froze for a moment, and then he rushed towards Song Chaoming like a madman.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and he kept shouting, "Impossible, this is impossible!" His steps staggered and he almost fell, but he didn't care about that. He just wanted to get to Song Chaoming.

Everyone gathered around, sadness and astonishment written all over their faces.

Some team members had red eyes and tears welling up in their eyes; others clenched their fists, their nails digging deep into their palms, as if this could ease the pain in their hearts;

Others opened their mouths, wanting to say something, but it seemed as if something was blocking their throats, and no sound came out.

Coach Wang walked over with heavy steps, his face showing deep fatigue and heartache.

He was silent for a moment, then said slowly, "Take him back." His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had used up all his strength.

When everyone heard what Coach Wang said, they suppressed their grief and prepared to lift Song Chaoming.

At this moment, the Sword of Light suddenly emitted a powerful force, which was like a surging wave, violently pushing everyone away.

Everyone was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground by the force. Some rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

Their faces were filled with fear and confusion, not understanding what had happened.

Immediately afterwards, the Sword of Light released a dazzling golden light, which was as bright as the scorching sun, making it impossible for everyone to open their eyes.

The golden light wrapped Song Chaoming tightly, like a sacred shield.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, the Sword of Light slowly flew up with Song Chaoming, flying higher and higher, and finally turned into a golden stream of light and disappeared from everyone's sight.

Everyone stared at the sky blankly, and it took a long time for them to come back to their senses.

Coach Wen sighed deeply, his eyes filled with helplessness and regret, and broke the silence: "Let's go back first."

His voice was very soft, but it seemed to have an invisible power that made everyone immersed in grief slowly come back to their senses.

They stood up and walked back step by step with heavy steps.

Everyone was immersed in the pain of losing their teammates. The air around them seemed to become heavy and oppressive, making it hard to breathe.

Tianyuan walked in front of the team, his back looked particularly lonely, and his usually upright posture now seemed a little hunched.

He clenched his fists, his heart filled with self-blame.

If he could be stronger, if he could better protect his teammates in battle, perhaps Song Chaoming would not... He didn't dare to think further. A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he secretly vowed to find out the reason behind this and avenge Song Chaoming.

He Jiaojiao followed the team silently, with traces of tears still on her face, and her eyes staring ahead with empty eyes.

She and Song Chaoming had always been good friends, having trained together and shared joys and sorrows. Those beautiful memories now pierced her heart like a sharp blade.

Her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

Chaoyun walked beside He Jiaojiao, his eyes fixed on the ground, and every moment he spent with Song Chaoming kept emerging in his mind.

They once carried out missions together and supported each other on the brink of life and death. Song Chaoming's bravery, kindness and humor have always been a warm presence in the team.

But now, he suddenly left, and Chaoyun felt as if a corner of his world had collapsed.

His hands were trembling slightly, and the grief in his heart was like a surging tide, hitting him wave after wave.

Feng Qi walked at the end of the team, his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if his soul had been sucked out.

He and Song Chaoming have an extraordinary friendship. They have fought side by side countless times and entrusted their lives to each other.

At this moment, he felt like he had lost the most important part of his life, and he was like a walking corpse.

He kept repeating Song Chaoming's name, and every syllable was filled with endless sorrow.

The other people in the team also had their own thoughts, some were sobbing quietly, while others had faces full of grief and anger.

They all knew that this loss was huge for the entire team. It was not just the loss of an excellent team member, but also the loss of a person who was like a family member.

After returning to the camp, the whole camp was shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

The team members were doing their own things silently, without the laughter and joy of the past.

The usually bustling training ground now seemed particularly deserted, with the training equipment placed there quietly, as if in silence for Song Chaoming's departure.

Coach Wang walked into the command room, his steps seemed a little unsteady.

He sat in a chair, supporting his head with his hands, lost in deep thought.

This incident was too bizarre. The appearance of the Thunderstorm Fire Lion was already strange, and Song Chaoming's death and the abnormal behavior of the Sword of Light made him even more confused.

He knew that there must be a huge conspiracy behind this, and they must solve the mystery as soon as possible, otherwise, more team members might suffer misfortune.

Coach Wen came to the medical room and looked at the neatly arranged medical equipment, feeling a pang of pain in his heart.

In the past, this place was always full of hope, and the team members would receive treatment and recover here after being injured.

But now, Song Chaoming will never appear here again.

He picked up a bottle of disinfectant and gently wiped the table, as if this could calm him down a little.

As night fell, a bonfire was lit in the camp. Usually, this was a time for everyone to sit together, share stories, and relax.

But today, everyone sat quietly around the campfire, not saying a word.

The flames danced in the night wind, illuminating everyone's sad faces.

The flickering fire seemed to be praying for Song Chaoming, hoping that he could rest in peace in another world.

After an unknown amount of time, Tian Yuan stood up. He looked at the campfire and said with a firm look in his eyes, "We can't be defeated like this. Song Chaoming wouldn't want to see us so depressed. We must cheer up, find out the truth, and avenge him."

His voice echoed in the night sky, breaking the silence. Everyone raised their heads and looked at Tian Yuan, their eyes rekindled with fighting spirit.

They know that this is a long and difficult battle, but they will not back down because they are a team and they have common beliefs and goals.

In the following days, everyone began to reorganize.

While they worked hard to resume training and improve their strength, they began to investigate the origins of the Thunderstorm Fire Lion and the secret of the Sword of Light.

Don't let go of any clues and investigate every suspicious point in depth.

They grow in pain and become strong in sorrow, because they know that only by becoming stronger can they cope with unknown challenges and comfort Song Chaoming's soul in heaven.

Song Chaoming's departure has become an eternal pain in their hearts and a driving force for moving forward, inspiring them to continue on this dangerous road.