"Sacrifice is their mission, what Jiang Sang needs to do is make their sacrifice worthwhile."
Fujiwara Reiki's voice was swift, focused on the enemy's movements at all times.
Is it cold-blooded?
Perhaps.
But given the circumstances, rationality seems to be a more fitting description.
Parting and death are inevitable paths everyone must traverse.
It's just the frequency that differs.
For some lucky individuals, the number of times they witness parting and death in a lifetime is countable, but for others, it's normal.
Perhaps due to Fujiwara Reiki's reminder, Jiang Chen didn't lose his composure, and after witnessing the Purple Shirt Dragon King falling, he withdrew his gaze and looked toward the door.
Silhouettes crowded the front, severely impacting vision and casting a thick shadow over one's heart.
"Do you think we can break through?"
"Isn't Jiang Sang an optimist?"
