"How could it be... Even Mr. Asito can't save India... Who else is there to save..."
The monk called out in despair, and at the same time, he breathed his last breath.
Ye Tian supported Aishwarya as they continued on their way, continuously channeling his Inner Strength into Aishwarya's body to help keep her warm.
"Aishwarya, why bother telling someone who is about to die such things? Isn't it better to let them die while clinging to their fantasies?"
Ye Tian asked with a smile, but Aishwarya shook her head and said, "The reason the Divine Race has been able to enslave the Indian people for so many years is because of their faith. Tens of millions of Indians have died because of faith, and that's actually foolish. It does nothing to save India!
Now, so many believers have died just to catch a glimpse of the Immortal Asito. Wouldn't it be better if these people participated in resisting the Divine Race?"
