The four once strongest warriors were all slain, tragically unlike any other era where so many powerful ones perished at once.
In the face of the unrivaled might of the Martial Emperor, any resistance they offered was futile, even under the eternal blessings.
And after these four were slain, the world fell silent, devoid of sound.
"Was it really necessary?"
Hong Meng watched this scene and shook his head, questioning the necessity of it all.
Originally, they could have united, but some people chose another path for their own interests, meeting a tragic end.
Hong Meng never intended to monopolize the heavens.
These beings, who once had incredibly glorious pasts, were slain, yet Chu Yuan's expression showed little fluctuation.
"They haven't completely died."
Chu Yuan's Eternity Eyes could see what others could not.
