These people were all heroes, yet they died in battle with regrets, fighting all the way up to their final moment.
To be honest, even Qin An couldn't help but feel deep respect for such an astonishing miracle.
After hearing what Qin An said, the man only shook his head slightly and said, "There's nothing to regret. Being able to die fighting at the very end, instead of being pathetically slaughtered by Heavenly Demons, is the greatest honor for me."
"If I really have any wish, it's that one day in the future, Mr. Qin will be able to completely kill the Heavenly Demons, so that our world, and even other worlds, will no longer live under the threat of death. That might be the meaning of our existence."
As he spoke, the aura around the middle-aged man grew weaker and weaker, and within just a few breaths, it completely faded.
The hand with which the middle-aged man gripped his spear finally loosened.
