452: Chapter 452 Seeing Grandma

When the warhead slammed into Sajiong's face, the fuse was triggered, detonating the explosives.

"Boom!"

Amidst the deafening roar, the mortar shell suddenly exploded, unleashing terrifying energy.

Under the overwhelming force of the impact, Sajiong's once robust body flew high into the air like a discarded ragdoll, completely out of control.

His eyes went wide, filled with a complex mix of terror and despair, as his body tumbled wildly through the air like a kite with its string cut.

He gazed blankly at the sky, his vision gradually blurring, and he seemed to see the familiar and kind figure of his Great-Grandmother.

His Great-Grandmother was smiling and reaching out her hand to him; her voice seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space, drifting softly from the distant horizon like a gentle spring breeze, calling to him as if summoning him into an eternal, warm embrace.

"Am I dying?"

This thought flashed through Sajiong's mind like a bolt of lightning.

At this moment, he felt an unbearable pain throughout his body, as if every inch of his skin were being ruthlessly scorched by a raging fire and every bone crushed by a thousand pounds of force.

Amidst this piercing pain, the world before his eyes was gradually being shrouded in darkness, and the breath of life was slowly and irreversibly draining from his body like sand in an hourglass.

He realized with absolute clarity that he was doomed; he was truly about to lose his life here!

Sajiong's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to not long ago, when that elder had told him with an indifferent face not to worry too much.

At this thought, a bitter and self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he mocked himself silently, "Indeed, I have nothing more to worry about now!"

This was the final thought of his life.

Immediately after, his body slammed heavily onto the ground. Dust billowed up like a massive wave, burying his body in an instant.

Within the swirling dust, his body showed not a single trace of life; he had gone completely cold, and the trajectory of his life came to an abrupt halt.

Shi Le and Hei Di watched helplessly as the artillery fire ravaged the Golden Grand Tent of the Shule Tribe. The scene was like a surging sea of fire, carrying endless destructive power as it ruthlessly devoured everything in sight.

Among the fleeing Shule tribespeople, some were blown away along with their horses by the sheer power of the shells, their limbs twisting into grotesque shapes in the air accompanied by wretched screams. Others were violently overturned by the powerful shockwaves of the explosions like fragile ants, falling heavily to the ground with their fates unknown. The scene was utterly tragic, like a living hell that one could not bear to look at.

The horror of such an earth-shattering explosion was simply beyond imagination!

Shi Le and Hei Di felt their scalps tingle as if being pricked by countless steel needles. Their throats were as dry as parched earth, and they couldn't help but swallow hard.

A deep sense of relief welled up in their hearts. Fortunately, they had made a wise choice early on, not foolishly making an enemy of Great Qin, but instead decisively siding with them.

Otherwise, if Great Qin had aimed those chilling mortar muzzles at them, wouldn't it be them being blown into the heavens right now?

How could they be standing safely to the side like this, watching the Shule Tribe suffer such a miserable fate and reflecting silently?