At first, it was just light, not yet too hot.
But Ren Zhong already knew there was no way out.
He simply walked to the elevator platform where his comrades had fallen, looked around, and sat down cross-legged on the ground.
There was a smile on his face.
Good.
Very good.
I can still maintain my perfectionist's golden image.
Boom!
Before the extreme energy level of heat and light arrived, Ren Zhong skillfully initiated self-destruction.
...
A revival once more.
Just like the nearly four thousand previous resurrections, he still sat beside Ying Hao, accompanying this ambitious steering man of the Source Star Military Industry at a war declaration press conference.
In the spacious and bright conference room, diplomatic personnel from various factions and many reporters working part-time for Xiao Xingyue slightly raised their heads, looking at Ying Hao with astonishment.
The development of events was no different from the past.
