As for the others, like Brother Wang Zhi and the rest, even knowing certain death, there is absolutely no retreat.
Again...
People will die!
Old grudges unresolved, new grudges arise!
When Chen Sansi made this decision, he had no more hesitation, because he knew he must do it, must bear the responsibility of guarding the Divine Continent.
Nowadays, he has achieved "caring for soldiers like sons, using soldiers like clay," becoming increasingly like a qualified General, a qualified... Emperor!
"It is I..."
Chen Sansi looked at the Heavenly Dome bathed in golden light, slowly closing his eyes, his voice slightly trembling: "So powerless."
"Why does Your Majesty say so?"
Dongfang Jingxing hurriedly said: "Your Majesty is only forty, for the long-lived Immortal cultivators, still an especially young junior, but Your Majesty already guards a realm in their presence, how can you belittle yourself?"
"This is not my merit alone."
Chen Sansi didn't say more: "Alright, go quickly."
