He couldn't bring himself to kill all the people who depended on him to survive.
"I've protected them for so long, and now I'm supposed to kill them—I can't do it..." Leng Feng leaned back, collapsing into his chair.
He knew this was the best option, because if he didn't act, sooner or later he would be absorbed by Dark Star.
He was Dark Star's seed from the start.
Once he was absorbed, none of the people in this dungeon would stand a chance to survive.
He also understood that since death was certain, why not place their fates in his own hands, and fight to the bitter end?
"I still can't do it." He sighed. All his life, he'd taught others to show no mercy when necessary, never imagining that at the most critical moment, his own heart would waver.
Not being steely-hearted was, in theory, something to be glad for—in this blood-soaked city, in this land smeared thick with viscous gore, where the ground itself was studded with spikes stabbing into humanity.
