The blood-red hue in the sky faded somewhat, and the decay and ruin of the earth also stopped. Not far away, a ruined city had permanently become a sea of fire, burning endlessly, with wisps of strange black smoke drifting out, seemingly capable of stirring the evil in the deepest recesses of people's hearts.
The Reincarnators lowered their heads and eyes, like a group of well-trained security guards, quietly awaiting King Chen.
Jiang Chen's Demon Transformation had ended. His body felt no discomfort, but the pain of suddenly becoming rich only to fail to hold on to it lingered strongly. He stood there, gazing toward the entrance to the Restricted Zone, as though watching his billions of Ghost Qi fly away.
In the Reincarnators' eyes, however, his current reaction held a deeper meaning.
Was King Chen gazing at a former battlefield?
Someone like him might once have pointed his sword at the Restricted Zone and waged war against the Yin God, with an extraordinarily glorious and remarkable past.
Grief suffused his entire being, his sorrow seemingly about to spill over. He was clearly remembering his former comrades.
For a moment, King Chen's identity grew even more mysterious and elusive in the Reincarnators' eyes.
"Forget it. You can't hold on to what must go. I'll have to cherish it next time." Jiang Chen sighed, finally letting it go.
He resolved that if another such opportunity arose, he had to seize it firmly.
And the Reincarnators understood, too.
King Chen was reminiscing about those bygone days and deciding to cherish everything that lay ahead even more.
"Senior Jiang!!!"
When Jiang Chen walked over, the Reincarnators' perfectly synchronized, deafening shout gave him such a fright that his legs nearly buckled and sent him falling out of the sky. After all, his Demon Transformation