The Sacred Residence's Dragon Deer seemed to have sensed a threat. It began to pace around anxiously.
On its back, Qin Yu 'er could see Zhan Kong's figure clearly. Even though he had changed a lot, she could still sense a sense of familiarity from him …
It was this face. When she woke up in the ice crack, she vaguely saw a half-human, half-demon face. She firmly believed that she had not seen wrongly. She returned to Tianshan Mountain because she wanted to verify it!
Unfortunately, she did not see him on the deserted Tianshan Mountain, but in the bustling Sacred City instead.
Why would Qin Yu 'er care about a living person or a living dead person?
Human?
She had only been treated coldly since she was born.
She did not care what Zhan Kong was now. She only wanted to see him one more time. Even though the world was vast, it was still covered in ice and snow. Only his eyes had a hint of warmth when he was looking at her.
Humans were so petty at times. It was like looking up at the light in a bottomless abyss. They would crawl toward the light no matter how rough and rotten they were.
Qin Yu 'er was the same. She only wanted to crawl toward the warmth in his eyes. She did not care about anything else.
Yet, she could not even give him that little bit of hope. What had she done wrong?
Zhan Kong was cruel. He would kill everyone who stood in his way. Most of the time, Zhan Kong would act like he was disgusted by her, as he was afraid that Qin Yu 'er would see him.
As a matter of fact, Qin Yu 'er really wanted to hug him tightly and tell him that it was not what he thought. Please stop hurting her.
…
The Sacred City had turned into a dark cave after the evil dragons left. Not long ago, the spacious Sacred City was filled with a sacred aura, like an execution ground waiting for the people to be executed. Now, the Sacred City Mages had retreated to somewhere close to the Sacred Residence. They had turned from hunters into caged beasts. They had no choice but to defend the area that they thought was safe.
The ocean of darkness left the Holy City with only the Holy Residence, an isolated island. Michael's green-clothed sacred feathers were the only force that could still fight the Undead Emperor head-on. The sacred feathers were like colorful clouds, illuminating the entire night from time to time, making people feel that dawn was about to arrive and that good would triumph over evil. However, in the next round, a torrential evil aura surged, painting the sky black again.
Countless pained faces appeared in the dark sky. They were uttering thunderous roars, cursing the people who were still alive on the ground.
Their grudge had been accumulating for hundreds or thousands of years. The people on the ground had only lived for a few years. The grudge and pain would be branded in the hearts of those who were afraid of them. Everyone would have a taste of what the undead had gone through!
"Do you know the taste of death?" Zhan Kong stepped onto the stairs leading to the Sacred Residence.
Michael was encouraging the Sacred City Mages with his generous words to fight on, but Zhan Kong simply scoffed at his words.
"Dying in battle, a thousand years of glory?"
"You've only lived for a few decades. Even after you've died for a thousand years, you're still reminiscing about the past. Do you know why? "
Zhan Kong stepped onto the stairs. His eyes were staring at the Sacred City Mages with an intimidating aura.
"Death is only temporary fear and pain. It doesn't matter what you've become after death. The little glory you've obtained is insignificant compared to the torture you'll experience in Hell. Your descendants may treat you as respectable ancestors, but you know in your hearts that if you were given another chance, you would definitely not use death to exchange for that pitiful, laughable, and lamentable glory. Living is truly wonderful, and the pain after death will be as long as ten thousand years!! "
Zhan Kong's voice echoed in everyone's ears. It was the advice of an Undead Emperor to the people!
Happy times were always short, while painful times were extremely long.
The ten thousand years that Zhan Kong mentioned was actually longer than the ten thousand years that he had mentioned.
These people who claimed to be Saints had never been to the Kingdom of Death, nor had they experienced what it was like to be a living dead. Zhan Kong was going to let these living people experience the pain of the dead.
In the dark night, the thousands of grimaces of pain represented the sorrow, bitterness, sorrow, anger, and hatred of the world. The grimaces of pain would choose those who had gone through the same experiences as them and let them experience their pain in person, as if they were in a dream.
Everyone had a heart-wrenching, heart-wrenching experience in their life. They would relive the experience under the grimaces of the grimaces …
Regrettably, this so-called most painful experience, the scars on one's soul that no one was willing to reopen, would accompany one's grave day and night after turning into a ghost. Humans needed sleep in order to forget some of the painful past, but the undead's sleep was to relive the misery that they couldn't forget when they were alive!
One day, two days, a year, two years, a century, two centuries, a thousand years, two thousand years … it would never stop!
Therefore, they had chosen to die in a glorious battle today. Was the pitiful glory and the glory of their ancestors really worth it?
Zhan Kong continued up the stairs to the Sacred Residence. Not only was he going to defeat Michael, who was one of the strongest humans, in terms of strength, he was also going to trample the man's unwavering belief under his feet.
Those who would respect and worship those who would sacrifice their lives were all people who had nothing to do with you. The people who truly care about you only wish for you to live well. Your death will bring them endless pain and suffering …
Nothing was more respectful to the people around him than living well!
If Zhan Kong had a choice, he would rather be a coward.
He only wanted to be a man who kept his promises. If someone was waiting for him, he would keep his promise. If she liked the look in his eyes, he would protect her with his gaze for the rest of his life.
Not like now!
Not like now!
Not like now, when he had turned into something that was neither human nor ghost!
Remembering the past was painful. Meeting was painful. He could no longer feel the heartbeat he had felt when their eyes met, nor could he feel the warmth of their bodies, let alone the fiery passion he felt when they were deeply in love!
He had not shown up in the Sacred City like a hero riding on the clouds. He was a vengeful spirit, a vengeful spirit. He was only haunting the people he missed when he was alive. He was just trying to get his revenge …
If he was alive, if he was alive, things would not have turned out like this.
These idiots!
They had no idea how jealous he was that they were still alive.
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