Just as Huo Yuhao had expected, the Silver Dragon King descended into one last frenzy before her death. She began slaughtering indiscriminately, launching a final purge of the Human Race.
People from three worlds across three eras—the Douluo I Era, the Peerless Era, and the Dragon King Era—would face the Silver Dragon King's last embers of fury if they dared show their faces.
The God of Light, Qian Daoliu, took Qian Renxue and the people of Spirit Hall and fled into the Douluo I Era.
Quasi-Gods, Demigods... Only a handful escaped. The rest died of their greed. Those who had truly attacked the Silver Dragon King had already fled while she was merging with the Soul Beast Co-Ruler.
"I really am going to die!"
"Why? Why, even at the very end, with death upon me, can I still not let go of my regrets?!"
"Is it my regret that the Dragonfolk failed to rise again after millions of years, or my despair that the Soul Beast Clan... never managed to ascend?!"
The Silver Dragon slowly broke apart. The Silver Dragon King gradually took human form, standing atop the Soul Beast Co-Ruler's enormous corpse.
"Was I truly wrong?"
"I only wanted the Dragonfolk to rise again!"
"Even if I was wrong in some ways, even if it meant sacrificing so many... I am the Silver Dragon King. I am the Soul Beast Co-Ruler. This is my one and only mission!"
The Silver Dragon King gripped the Silver Dragon Spear. Two trails of tears slid slowly from eyes that held not a shred of humanity, and despair gradually filled them.
"Heaven does not favor the Dragonfolk!"
"Heaven does not favor me, the Silver Dragon King!"
"Dragon God, did you ever see me fight for you, for the revival of the Dragonfolk, to