At this moment, the mountains and rivers are mourning, and the vegetation is mourning.
In the land of Jiangdong, countless people knelt on the ground, crying miserably.
Failed.
That man, the man who fought against strange demons for this world, lost in the end.
Huh~
The long sword roared.
The bloody sword light has already been cut out.
At this moment, Ye Fan was lying on the ground, watching the final attack getting closer.
At the last moment of his life, Ye Fan had no fear, no tears, and no kneeling to beg for mercy.
Look is still calm.
But his heart was full of regret.
Sure enough, is it still defeated?
Although before coming here, Ye Fan had already guessed the ending in his heart.
However, I am still not reconciled.
Obviously I have worked so hard, and I have suffered so much.
But why, every time the result is not satisfactory?
At this time, Ye Fan suddenly felt very tired.
It’s as if a person, his whole life, has been groping and moving forward in the wilderness.
Difficulties and obstacles, wind, sand and thunder never let him stop.
And now, at last, he stopped and sat down to rest.
But at the moment of stopping, the unprecedented exhaustion came overwhelming.
That feeling, as if, the tiredness accumulated all his life burst out at this moment.
Really, very tired.
Death, on the contrary, became a kind of relief and a rest for him.
Instead, he longed for death.
What fear of death?
But a long sleep.
After death, all pain, sorrow, and fatigue are gone.
It just so happened that he could, too, take a real break.