Zhang Ming wanted to flee.
But sometimes, escape was impossible, and fighting to the death was the only choice.
At this moment, most of the combatants could choose to flee.
If the Space-Time Worm fled, most of those fighting would think of saving their own lives.
If even one Demon God avatar slipped through, it might destroy a World Ring, hundreds of millions of civilizations, and hundreds of trillions of lives.
Even if we were strangers, even if your lives had nothing to do with me, I had chosen to fight, and there was no need for gratitude.
Many things were as brilliant as fireworks. After a brief blaze of glory, they returned to everlasting darkness. Who would ever know of that past glory?
"All right, I'll know."
"Perhaps that's not so bad."
Zhang Ming finally understood why so many Eternals had died on the battlefield rather than choosing to flee. They could actually leave whenever they wanted, and the Demon Gods would not fight an Eternal to the bitter end.
Often, it was not a matter of moral excellence. Standing in this position, they could only be pushed forward by the tide of their era.
In the end, he sighed. Let it be, then. The construction crew's foreman would fight to the very last moment.
Amid the desperate fighting, the Space-Time Worm was drenched in blood, great swaths of its flesh stripped away.
"Why the fuck haven't the Eternals come to save me yet?!"
[Maitreya]'s avatar had been beaten down to a single head, yet was still roaring madly.
Large numbers of the Wisdom Civilization's advanced combat units were destroyed, reduced to space debris. Those masses of black mist resembled weeping faces.
More than half of the Burial Realm's three hundred Immortals were seriously wounded.
Then the Space-Time Worm