I am neither passionate enough to become a Saint who overturns the heavens, nor indifferent enough to be a bystander, yet I am clear-headed enough to be a good person.
Le Yu hid in the dark corner of the courtyard, watching the Martial Artists fight against the foreign races from afar, listening intently to the sounds of battle and roars outside, his eyes blood-red, and involuntarily drooling.
Although the battle wasn't over, Yanjing had already lost.
As early as when the Demon Race conspired with the National Relief Association, and when the National Relief Association had a foothold in Yanjing, it was destined that Yanjing would have tonight's defeat.
All the gifts fate bestows are secretly marked with a price.
After Le Yu sorted through Wu Zhiqi's memories, he realized that the Holy Sword they had always nervously protected was merely an add-on. The Sea Wave Powder, these products of the National Relief Association, were the core of the 'Demon Blood Transformation' plan.
