"A last wish?"
"Enough! Li Yuan, you've already done enough for this old man." Demigod Liefeng shook his head and said with emotion, "In my life, I never imagined there would come a day when I could see Yan Mie of the Wanmo Civilization, or that even Void God Dongmo and the others would be captured and made to kneel forever on Feixing."
"The hatred of my civilization has been repaid, and the one who avenged us was my own disciple. I'm already very satisfied. You even helped me rebuild our civilization." "If I were to ask for anything more, then I would be the one in the wrong," Demigod Liefeng said, shaking his head.
Li Yuan listened in silence.
The surrounding Liefeng Clan members listened as well, and their grief deepened.
Those tragic years of their clan's destruction surfaced in many people's hearts. Among them were quite a few Source Martialists with decent strength who had survived from that era. "Teacher," Li Yuan sighed softly.
"When I was young, I was the number one genius of my home civilization. I became a Source Martialist early, then a Flying Martialist, basking in boundless glory." A trace of reminiscence appeared in Demigod Liefeng's eyes. "Later, I even became a demigod, met the woman I loved, and had a daughter. How happy those days were."
When a person neared death, their entire life would gradually rise in their mind.
Demigod Liefeng had lived for nearly a thousand years and experienced a great deal. He had once been peerlessly brilliant, dazzling an entire civilization, and he had also once fallen into ruin.
"Back then, I was full of ambition too, wanting to charge into the Void God realm," Demigod Liefeng said with a sigh. "But after stepping into the demigod realm and walking