A Man Like None Other Chapter 6412 Destroying the Heaven of Gods
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- Rescued cultivators begin a new journey.
- Diverse races form a united front.
- The fire of rebellion ignites among the oppressed.
A group of rescued cultivators emerges from hardship. A united front of diverse races prepares for a new dawn. Hope ignites in the face of past suffering.
He bent down and reached out to help the old man up. The warmth in his palm helped stabilize the man’s disordered blood and qi.
“Senior, the suffering of the past has ended, there is no need to think about it anymore. Come with me out of this hellish prison. The long night will soon pass, and the fire of our rebellion against the gods has been ignited. There is always hope for everything.”
A moment later, David personally led the team, followed by a group of top experts who had regained their freedom and thousands of rescued cultivators who had suffered greatly, as they marched out of the third level in a grand procession.
At that moment, in the vast expanse of wilderness, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and the light of dawn penetrated the thick clouds, spreading across the land.
In the distance, majestic volcanic clusters rose and receded, their huge craters constantly belching thick black smoke.
Dust filled the sky, covering the sun and turning the entire sky a dark and eerie shade of crimson. The howling wind and desolate wilderness only further aroused the fighting spirit burning in people’s hearts.
David stood alone in the front row, his back straight as a pine tree, his black clothes fluttering in the wind, his posture calm and majestic, immovable like a mountain.
Behind him stood thousands of cultivators from various races who had been reborn. The human race was known for its chivalry and endurance, the beast race for its bravery and fearlessness, the demon race for its will of steel and fortitude, the ghost race for its patience and determination, and the spirit race for its gentleness and unity. All races gathered together, united in purpose and direction.
Everyone was dressed in rags, thin and weak, their skin was covered in old and new wounds from torture, and their blood and energy were still weak, but none of them bowed or showed any fear.
Eyes that were once filled with despair and numbness now shone like stars in the dark night, burning with the burning fire of resistance against tyranny.
His eyes were filled with deep gratitude for surviving the ordeal, and were bound by an unwavering belief to keep going and never give up.
While looking into the distance at the young figure who alone carried the banner of resistance against all races, they placed their complete trust and confidence in him.
David slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the thousands of cultivators behind him who had suffered oppression from the gods and endured countless hardships in prison. His eyes were calm and determined, and his conviction was as strong as unshakable steel.
He walked slowly, facing the howling wind, step by step, to the side of the charred and mangled corpse of the Shadow Soldier not far away.
The corpse had long been burned beyond recognition by the chaotic flames, its bones and muscles charred and shriveled, and all its evil aura had disappeared.
Only the cold and dazzling Alliance emblem, engraved with the totem of the gods on his chest, remained intact.