"Bastards! This was what he traded his life for? A bunch of useless wretches clinging to life! I would rather have died beside him on the battlefield! I would rather go back and perish together with those bastards! Anything but hide here like a coward!"
"Go back?" Sky Dream Ice Silkworm shuddered violently. A spark of painful fire finally kindled in his hollow eyes as he demanded, "And then what?
"Let every last one of us die? Make little Yuhao's sacrifice meaningless? Turn his final wishes into a joke?!"
"That would still be better than this!" the Evil Emperor roared. "We were his Soul Spirits! His strength! With our master dead, what meaning is there in surviving alone?! Tian Meng! Tell me, what meaning is there?!"
"Meaning?" Sky Dream Ice Silkworm murmured the word. His enormous body swayed, as though he might collapse at any moment.
Indeed, what meaning was there? The purpose of their existence had been to accompany him, support him, and watch him climb, step by step, from a frail youth to the pinnacle of the world.
But now, that pinnacle had collapsed.
Their world had been destroyed along with it.
In the midst of this despairing confrontation, Octagon, who had been treating Xu Sanshi and He Caitou's injuries all this time, slowly rose.
"Enough. Stop arguing." Octagon's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable steadiness. "Evil Emperor, I understand your anger. Tian Meng, I understand your pain too. But arguing will solve nothing."
He walked up to them and said softly, "Our master gave his life to protect not only us, but them as well. If they woke up and saw us killing one another out of grief and anger, do you think our master's spirit in heaven could rest in peace?"
Those words were like