The Most Miserable Eight Heavenly Dragons
No one had expected Fang Shanya to suddenly unleash a divine ability, dragging the four Eight Heavenly Dragons into the Cosmic Starry Sky and decisively choosing to self-destruct his soul.
This kind of death, where one's soul scattered and spirit dispersed, was not something just anyone had the courage to choose—unless they had been driven into a dead end.
That was right.
Fang Shanya's current situation was a dead end, because he had sold his soul to the Demon Emperor.
There was no shore behind him, only hell.
So while he was still alive, before the other party could completely seize hold of him, he might as well choose redemption through self-sacrifice.
Was he foolish?
Jun Changxiao thought he was.
But in truth, he was not.
He had decisively unleashed his divine ability and decisively chosen self-destruction. Redemption was only one reason; the other was to protect the countless living beings of the Hengyuan Realm.
Judging from the situation just now, Jun Changxiao and the four Eight Heavenly Dragons would certainly have fought to the death. The millions of controlled citizens would inevitably have joined the battle as well. No matter who won or lost in the end, they would suffer grievous casualties.
Fang Shanya did not wish to see such a scene, so he could only choose to sacrifice himself.
The divine ability instantly enveloped the four of them, leaving them no chance to shake their bells. There was nothing wrong with this decision.
As for death.
Fang Shanya had taken it quite lightly.
Since he had chosen to save his people, he was bound to offend the Demon Emperor.
Even if Jun Changxiao and Jian Guixu could deal with those four, once the news reached the Demon Emperor's ears, his fate would