It's over.
Lieu Zhanxiao sacrificed himself, and Feng Yizhu also died.
Behemoth left, and Ling Canghai also departed.
However, when all these enemies disappeared, Li Chen felt an inexplicable emptiness in his heart.
As if losing power, like a walking corpse, he sat dazedly at the mountain peak.
Three days.
Li Chen sat dazedly on the mountain peak for three days, neither eating nor drinking, not sleeping or resting, just staring blankly at the sky.
During this time, some people wanted to check on him, but they were all stopped by Xiao Long, whom Li Chen had arranged beforehand.
He hadn't given up; he just wanted a moment of peace.
Silently watching the sky, after three days, Li Chen's eyes became somewhat dry.
In the end, he still hadn't managed to protect the people around him.
He felt utterly useless, and the so-called promises seemed like nonsense, never fulfilled.
What first stronghold? What invincibility? Just jokes.
Suddenly, he felt a bit of regret.
