Chapter 1905: Meng Chao's Reflection
Wave after wave of assassins, like surging, roiling tides, poured in without end from the streets and alleys in every direction of Dragon City, rushing toward Meng Chao in the lonely heights.
The Spirit Flames unleashed by their fierce battle illuminated Dragon City beneath the heavy night curtain as brightly as day.
At least several million citizens witnessed the tyrant's downfall with their own eyes.
Yet not only were they unmoved, delight even showed on their faces. Beneath those gritted, hate-filled expressions, immense jubilation was held tightly in check.
Trapped within this incomparably bleak future, Meng Chao realized that the tide had turned against him.
It was not that he could not struggle one last time at death's door, carving a bloody path through the Stormy Waves raised by the assassins.
But what meaning would that have?
No matter what, he had already been completely abandoned by the people of Dragon City whom he had racked his brains and given everything to save.
The moment everyone saw him as a tyrant, his soul had already died. All that remained was a corpse stuffed full of hatred and killing intent, lingering alone in this alien world.
This corpse was destined never to reverse the future and change everything again!
Realizing all this, Meng Chao gave up resisting.
He swept his gaze over the impatient faces of the remnants of the Nine Great Families, and the faint, inscrutable gazes of the Holy Light Temple's Death Warriors hidden behind their masks. With a long sigh, he slowly closed his eyes, spread his arms, and fell from several hundred meters in the air—falling into the city he had spent his life building and protecting, entering destruction five years before this future's Dragon City Civilization.
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