Chen Jinglei stretched out his hand, looking at Xu Zimo with trembling apprehension.
At this moment, his emotions were incomparably complicated.
For him, perhaps there was regret, or perhaps a complexity beyond words.
At the final juncture of life, everything flashed past like a galloping lantern.
He wondered, if he had not come to East Pole Island, if he had not sought the Myriad Blood Source.
Would everything have turned out completely differently?
The Chen Family would still have been the Chen Family.
Even after the ancestor died, unable to prolong his life and continue protecting the Chen Family.
At most, the Chen Family would have ceded some territory, yet they could still have survived.
But now? He himself, along with the hundreds of Chen Family experts, had practically poured out in full force.
Yet this time, they would all perish here.
The entire Chen Family now had only the ancestor left, whose life had already reached its end.
What would become of the Chen Family afterward?
And what of those remaining clansmen, still waiting for them to return?
Chen Jinglei thought for a long time, until in the end, he no longer even had the strength to imagine.
The pain in his body had long since lost all meaning to him.
He raised his head to look at the sky, then turned back to look at Xu Zimo.
Then, little by little, darkness began to fill his vision.
He knew death was arriving.
He was unwilling, furious, and regretful.
But death arrived as promised, giving no one the chance to bargain.
In the final second before his vision went dark, Chen Jinglei saw all the Chen Family experts in the heavens begin to self-destruct one after another.
In truth, it was not that they wanted to self-destruct.
It was