You are all still young and you all still have hope.

Don't give up hope.

There will be opportunities and ways.

There is still a chance for everything...

These words were what the old man really wanted to say, but in the end, his thoughts had dissipated and he could not say such words.

Everything was stuck in his throat, and as he murmured "You are still young," the last glimmer of life in his eyes also dissipated.

Youth, these two words represent too many things, and they are also what this old man most desires and envies.

We old guys have no choice but to die.

The older you get, the more you fear death, and the older you get, the less you want to die, but you have no choice but to die.

And until he died, until his vitality completely disappeared, his hands were still clutching Junwei's sleeves, his joints turned white, and his eyes were open unwillingly.

Never die with peace of mind.

How can I close my eyes?!

How can I not regret it...

For so many years, he was stuck at the peak of the seventh realm, and he never became a prince.

After so many years of fighting, he never saw the light of humanity or the day when he could defeat the gods.

He failed to see that there was someone in the far north who could actually break through the curse of being unable to become a prince on his own.

He failed to see his most talented junior, Jun An Yi, transform into a dragon.

He failed to see...

He has too many unwillingness and regrets, but he is old, dead, old and dead!

Of course he is aware of his reluctance to be king. The head of the family in the far north certainly knows what these seniors are regretting!

Because of this, he knew even more about the heavy hope of youth that the old man had been talking about before he died.

As the head of the family, he did not shed tears. He could not be weak. He lowered his head, gently took the senior's hand, and whispered in his ear.

"You have done your best and your greatest responsibility to this world."

"You did nothing wrong."

"The rest are us and the people who come after us."

After the words fell, the old man in the far north slowly closed his wide-open eyes, completely bidding farewell to this not-so-beautiful world.

Junwei stood up straight. In his prime, he already needed to support everything, but at this moment, his body also felt a little swaying.

Everyone else in the far north was silent, watching Jun Wei silently, waiting for his orders.

Most of them are old men with white beards and hair, but they are a little younger and are not ready to die directly in a big battle.

Seeing the death of their seniors, they showed no expressions. The years of practice in order to maintain their lifespan had prevented them from having too severe emotional fluctuations.

Moreover, they themselves are also aware and prepared for such a day.

"Take a rest where you are, adjust your physical condition, and don't let your body's condition be further loaded."

"I will clean up the remaining crazy gods in the city. In ten minutes, we will set off back to the far north to recuperate."

"No, you go back first. I want to take Xinyuan... to meet the people in the world and learn about the situation in the world."

Jun Wei said in a steady voice. As he spoke, he waved his right hand and froze the five corpses on the ground and put them into five ice coffins.

After a while, these corpses will be taken back to the far north and buried in that cold homeland.

Everyone else in the Far North nodded, nodding silently, and no one spoke. Then they sat cross-legged next to the five ice coffins, relying on their old friends who fought side by side a few minutes ago.

Junwei put down Xinyuan, who seemed to be semi-conscious, and as the least injured super user, he did the final finishing work.

Although the speed of gods descending is no longer as crazy as before, and there are not so many gods, but... there are still some.

The situation on the other side of the abyss is similar. Compared to the Far North, they are not suffering from any lifespan issues, but simply because of their injuries.

None of the techniques in the Abyss are practiced by humans. Things like overdrawing one's life to gain combat effectiveness can be said to be commonplace.

A large number of Abyss members staggered out of the darkness and fell to the ground.

There is no crying, no sadness, not even any last words. The abyss never needs those things, nor does death.

"Oh, I am finally going to die. There is nothing in this world worth cherishing."

"The food supervisor who bullied my family at that time was hacked to pieces by me for three days before he died. Hehe... I basically killed all the others."

"My revenge has basically been avenged, even if I die."

"As for the hatred of gods... let's wait until after death, if there is a chance to become a ghost."

These were the last thoughts of a master of the sixth realm of the abyss before his death.

In the abyss, most people are not reluctant to leave. Unlike the Far North, they don't have much to regret.

Those who can join the Abyss must be those who have had all the softness in their hearts destroyed.

Death in battle is considered a good ending for them.

Most of them just walked out of the darkness and died in the sunshine, recalling in their minds their short, bright days, and then recalling the days of revenge in darkness and blood after the light passed.

Then, he died without saying a word.

The other people in the Abyss did not feel any sadness, and Shinyuan even suspected that they did not have such emotions. They were also indifferent and enjoyed the violence of the previous battle.

However, within a few minutes, the ground in the surrounding streets was covered with the corpses of people in the abyss...

The soldier leader closed his eyes and felt the breath of every person in the abyss. Those who could be saved would be saved. Those who could not be saved would die.

——To die is to die.

Next to him, the leader of the formation was lying quietly on the side, his breath was like a gossamer. He was already on the verge of death. Only the vitality of the feudal lord realm could keep him alive.

Eyeballs burst, irreparable damage, there will be one more blind man in the feudal realm...

On the other side, Bing Kuai glanced at Ghost Eyes, a member of the Abyss Cult of the seventh realm.

Ghost Eye nodded, and then, black flames filled the air, cremating all the dead people in the abyss and these former "companions" on the spot.

Black and gray fragments were flying in the air, drifting quietly.

The world is eerily quiet, and the city is like a pantomime.

The abyss and the far north showed an amazing harmony and similarity at this time. On this street strewn with corpses and meritorious deeds, they quietly accepted the brutality of the war.

They are more tragic than tragic, more tragic than tragic.

This is the power of silence!

It’s a tragic sense of silence!

Shinyuan was lying between these two groups of people.
Chapter completed!