Among the many races that have rebelled, only the Demon Clan and the Human Clan have managed to form a real threat.
But the price they paid was immeasurable.
Just the fragments of memory and the countless dead living beings are overwhelming, with corpses everywhere one looks.
Having reviewed the newly added memories, Yu Ziqing pondered with a grim face.
No.1 Queue was somewhat anxious, as he really didn't want to stay in the Fallen Abyss any longer.
The last time there was another storm, he didn't know how much longer he could hold on.
Having witnessed the success of Che Lun and the others, this glimmer of hope shone too brightly.
With this comparison, he became so obsessed with the matter.
Now, he was willing to try anything, no matter the cost.
"Can we try again next time?" No.1 Queue asked cautiously.
"Hmm..."
"I've already discussed it with the others, and this time everyone has gained additional memory.
If I fail, they might also fail, so why not let me try again.
