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He knew that the soldiers of the Western Lion were just like the Uighur Warriors. They were fearless when it came to the battlefield, but he had never seen them act so crazily tonight. It was as if they were possessed by a devil.

What he didn't expect was that even after paying such a heavy price, he still couldn't capture Cheng Qing!

Instead, their own front was facing collapse.

"Cheng Qing is already this strong?" Jeruming closed his eyes in pain, tears trickling down the corners of his mouth.

He had witnessed the battle between the twelve thousand elites of the wolfwalker. He knew very well that if he was in the archer tower, he would have been killed many times over, while Cheng Qing was still alive.

If he had known that Chen Qing had the assistance of the Nine-tailed Fox, perhaps he would not be in such pain, and his incomprehensible feelings would have dissipated quite a bit. Unfortunately, he didn't know.

The sounds of battle grew louder and louder in his ears. Gradually, the Yeru's bright light seemed to be in a hundred zhang waterfall, the rumbling noise overshadowing the noise. But even so, the pain in Yale's heart could not be alleviated. He did not know when, but the tears in the corner of his eyes had become bloodshot.

He knew very well that he had lost.

In the process of contending with Cheng Qing, he lost once again. Even though he was in control of the army, the result was the same.

No, not without the slightest difference. To be honest, this time he lost even more thoroughly and without any excuse.

"Cheng Qing..." What kind of existence are you? Are you a monster? " Yerulu subconsciously whispered.

The tower was already trembling from the impact. Some of the elemental energy had landed here, but he had no intention of leaving.

He didn't want to leave.

He had lost so completely, he had nothing left.

At this moment, his heart was dead. He could no longer see any hope.

There was no hope in life, living was just a painful ordeal.

It would be better to die.

Dying on the battlefield would not disappoint him as a Uighur warrior.

He wasn't a coward. He had the courage to die in battle.

Yelu Mingguang did not want to face Cheng Qing again, did not want to experience repeated failures that he could not endure in front of him.

He did not want to end up as a mediocre cripple and live his entire life in this kind of failure.

Those who said, "Even if you're dead, you're still afraid of living?" must have never experienced true, deep-seated pain, or true despair.

They were lucky.

At this point, most people are lucky.

But the light of Yeru was unfortunate, extremely unfortunate.

He had always been a genius. With his talent and his sweat and blood, he was revered by many. He should have been the successor to the throne and held the power of the Uighurs.

But now, an existence that was completely unreasonable, even incomprehensible, had caused him to sink into a quagmire and fall into an abyss. No matter how hard he struggled, he would never have the hope to get up again in his life.

No matter how hard he tried, it was impossible for him to defeat Cheng Qing.

It wasn't that he was unable to do anything, it wasn't that he couldn't do it, it was that … This was the will of the heavens, this was fate!

Other than heaven's will and fate, Yeru Mingguang could not find any other reason to explain Cheng Qing's existence and the fact that he appeared before him.

If I knew this would happen, I might as well have been ordinary from the start … That way, even if he had to live a lowly life, at least he would not experience this kind of pain, and would not continue to suffer like this forever.1

Yeluo Mingguang clenched his teeth, his whole body violently trembling like he was shaking, almost losing his balance.

It was much easier to die than to live.

To be alive, that truly was a hundred times more terrifying than death.

From the corner of his eye, two streams of blood flowed down to his lower jaw. It was extremely terrifying.

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