"But in the end, we lost."
"And lost miserably!"
"Fan Pingyuan, Jiang Yizhan, Lv Chunyang, those respected seniors fell one after another. Countless Grandmasters and Innates shed blood on the battlefield!"
"It was at that time, when the blood flowed freely on the ground, that I understood a truth."
Hua Muyang's voice carried a slight choke, heavy with sadness, "That is, we couldn't beat them, couldn't beat these aliens!"
"What else could we do in such a situation?"
"Dying in battle was too easy; just rush forward, fight those powerful beings, and then get killed."
"That process wouldn't even entail much pain."
"Even in death, one might gain glory!"
"But I cannot do that," Hua Muyang said solemnly, "I am, after all, the Master of Holy Land, with countless disciples and elders behind me. Their lives are in my hands!"
