Before 170,000 brothers went in, while more than a million others stood in the distance, an old soldier stepped forward and called out to Lu Yang, "Boss, though I hate to admit it, I'm only in slightly better shape than the brothers who went in. Within a year or two, I probably won't be able to withstand the backlash of my inner demon. Could you give us brothers some high-tier bloodlines, so we can die more gloriously in our final battle?"
Lu Yang frowned and asked, "You can still be saved. Why choose to die in battle?"
The old soldier waved his hand and said, "We don't want to live like this anymore, always facing the danger of our race being wiped out. Can you find us some powerful bloodlines? Even if, after changing them, we can only fight for a few days or months, let us use those bloodlines to kill to our hearts' content just once."
Lu Yang shook his head. "Give me some time. There will definitely be a way to solve this."
The old soldier said indifferently, "Actually, making it this far, the brothers have already gotten their worth. Things we never even dared dream of before actually came true for us. Being ordinary people feels like something from a past life.
"In this life, we have trodden upon the void and swept through countless races. We've lived too freely, too unrealistically. Before we go mad, let us go to the battlefield and have a proper slaughter. Boss, you are a hero, and we are heroes too. Give us a chance to bloom, to pave the way for all our descendants. Let the foreign races and the Celestial Demons know that no race has the right to bully humanity at will. We will make every foreign