And everything Chen Jie did was actually in pursuit of this goal, and if a man dies on the path of struggle, rather than in his own doghouse, isn't that something to be very happy about?
In ancient times, generals considered it the highest honor to be wrapped in horse hide upon death. Chen Jie didn't understand this before, but now he finally gets it.
To die for one's own path, is there anything more honorable in this world?
Chen Jie suddenly saw the light, achieving a state of enlightenment, and at this moment, the Flood Dragon was slowly breaking free from the chains of ice.
This ice could freeze a mountain, could freeze a whale, but it couldn't freeze it.
Because it was truly the king of this sea area.
At this moment, the Flood Dragon proudly raised its dragon head, and those beastly eyes looked down arrogantly at Chen Jie, as if mocking him, no matter how hard you try, you are powerless against absolute strength.
