The light of the permanent star streamed through between the torrent of broken metal pieces and the corpses of those soldiers.
The space looked like a quiet grave.
The huge iron broadsword looked like a monument after it sliced open the battleship.
The vast majority of the soldiers had died the moment the iron broadsword arrived. Their hearts and meridians were shattered by the quaint broadsword will, resulting in their inability to withstand the pain and despair in the cold space.
The iron broadsword stopped when it made its way to the other side of the broken battleship. The reason it didn't travel farther was because it was blocked.
The middle-aged man looked like a dark speck in comparison to the mountainous iron broadsword.
However, it was he who had stopped the advance of the iron broadsword.