Yang Huanwen met his end with deep unwillingness.
As the scarlet-golden lightning closed in on him, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness amidst his grief and anger.
He couldn't avenge the minister, and the strength of Lin Qian's side was beyond his imagination.
Moreover, the words and actions of his opponent made him realize one thing.
The good days of these civilizations from other Chaos Universes might be over.
Although Lin Qian's Huaxia Empire seemed weak for now, unable to compare.
Seeing a part can often, he could already perceive the full extent of Huaxia Empire's potential from what he saw before his demise.
"In the end, I still died, and the future has nothing to do with me."
Just as Yang Huanwen's soul was about to be extinguished, he thought this, losing consciousness and finally perishing.
In mid-air, the minister's remnant soul couldn't speak, but it had its own will.
Seeing Yang Huanwen die, a fury rose in his chest, yet there was nothing he could do.
