15 minutes later, above the stratosphere.
Glowing with a golden radiance, Jun Eleven approached the swarm of nuclear bombs, now only about 20 kilometers away from him.
The golden light enveloping Jun Eleven resulted from the "Life Force Combustion" technique, and the radiance was equivalent to the life force he was burning.
As he watched the approaching swarm of nuclear missiles, a faint smile somehow crossed his lips.
The closer he got to death, the less he feared it.
He murmured to himself in a tone only he could hear: "Over six hundred years ago, on the day Constantinople fell, I should have died. I didn't expect to live in confusion until now. Still, luckily, I finally did something meaningful for humanity."
Jun Eleven spread his arms wide and flew towards the swarm of nuclear bombs as if embracing a loved one.
