"Drip-drop! Drip-drop!"
Blood continuously dripped from Li Chen's hands.
He had always been clear that he was a person whose hands were stained with blood.
People like him were not supposed to have such tranquil and comfortable lives.
However, in his interactions with Lin Yi and others, he had gradually grown fond of that simple life.
He truly did not want to search for the bodies of his loved ones among mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as he used to.
The current strength of the Palace of the Nether King was built upon the bodies of warriors who had sacrificed themselves for it over the years.
Li Chen genuinely did not want to hold the body of a loved one ever again.
Because that feeling was honestly too painful to bear.
Once, he thought that after gaining even greater power and becoming stronger than before, such events would no longer occur.
But the harsh reality told him that death never stops for the will of man.
He could no longer find Lilith's body.
