Final Farewell (3)

At least it did not retreat this time.

Sensing the rapidly depleting vitality in its body, many memories surfaced in its mind.

With the future of the Fog Race on its shoulders, the long journey of conquest finally came to an end.

I've let down my clansmen. I'm sorry…

Opening its eyes, it looked at Feng Qi with anticipation.

"I heard the view from the summit is breathtaking… truly liberating… free from troubles and sorrow… Ah Qi…"

Before it could finish speaking, its voice stopped abruptly.

The mysterious power that could help the owner of the fog revive did not appear this time. All hope was left in the sea of blood.

Feng Qi also fell unconscious at this moment.

…

Half a year later.

Outside Former Days City, Dragon Scale Slope.

In front of the tombstone, Feng Qi was eating the offerings with a smile on his face.