Prince Zhao Chang took deep breaths, clearly unable to digest immediately what Zhu Minglang had said, but he was moved nonetheless. He could even imagine the Star Painting that Zhu Minglang described—the description was so detailed, so vivid!
"Is it true that none of us survived??" asked Prince Zhao Chang.
Zhu Minglang and Li Xinghua both nodded.
In the first Realm of Foresight, everyone had died.
Even with the Awakening of the Divine Blood Sword, Zhu Minglang was no match for the Sparrow Wolf God whose Divine Power had fully recovered.
Not a single person had survived.
Moreover, it was imaginable that after slaughtering the entire Imperial City, the Sparrow Wolf God would not stop his rampage. He would slaughter Li Chuan, slaughter other forces that had submitted to the Lower God Organization, and he would slaughter everything. Nobody could stop him!
"Alright… alright, I'll do as you say," Prince Zhao Chang finally made up his mind.
