Chapter 609 King Baishen

That sharp voice sounded again.

At this moment, Zhao Yin clearly felt that the owner of that sharp voice was unfathomable.

Although it was just a voice, Zhao Yin felt that he must be a powerful person...!

Is a funeral master of ceremonies a powerful person of the human race?

However, at this moment, Zhao Yin no longer felt that the voice was unpleasant.

Even when he was awake, that kind of strong sadness slowly spread in his heart again.

It was the sadness that remained in his blood, rolling in, covering the sky and the earth, drowning Zhao Yin.

Standing in this sad world, in the endless wind and sand, his vision was gradually blurred.

The middle-aged man in white armor, with the remaining right hand tightly holding the golden coffin, his steps were firm, revealing a touch of ease.

As if there was no sadness in this world, as if he was just walking on the grassland in spring.

As if that fatal injury had nothing to do with him.

As if that alien blood was not his glory.

It was as if the empty coffin on his shoulder was not to bury himself...

At the end of the world, there was a huge portal.

All those who came to the portal stopped and made way for the middle-aged Bai Jia!

Countless eyes turned back to look at the white armor, and watched him approach step by step with tears in their eyes.

His body had long been broken, but he was still strong.

"I! Bai Zhan! I will go to war with the coffin today!"

The tall figure of Bai Jia stood in front of the portal and looked back at the whole world, which had turned into a wasteland.

Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

His eyebrows were pierced by the broken sword, but he seemed to be unaware! His chest was torn, leaving only a bright red heart, and he was still firm.

But at this moment, he took a last look at his homeland.

There were tears in Bai Jia's eyes.

"Bai Zhan is incompetent and has brought shame to the human race. He failed to protect the emperor's son and let his homeland be destroyed!"

"Bai Zhan is ashamed. I am afraid that I will never come back after leaving today..."

"I hope you are all well! I hope my homeland will regain its glory! I hope our human race will prosper forever..."

Bai Zhan spoke every word, as if he was not good at speaking, but every word came from his heart, making everyone cry even louder.

"Don't be sad for me. I... am a dying man...!"

"If my death can extend my homeland for ten thousand years, it will be the greatest blessing of Bai Zhan's life!"

"Bai Zhan has no sorrow. I am honored to be sent off by you..."

"My lords, after I leave, the whole world will celebrate together. I will not return until I am drunk..."

"My lords, goodbye..."

Bai Zhan turned around. When the last voice fell, he had already stepped into the portal.

The tall figure disappeared in this desolate world. His beloved homeland...

Will never come back again.

"Send off - the king!"

The crying was deafening, and many people could no longer hold back and cried bitterly.

The wind and clouds changed, and on the distant horizon, tornadoes formed sandstorms and swept across the earth at high speed...

At this moment, the world in front of Zhao Yin seemed to be speeding up...

The crowd did not disperse when Bai Zhan left.

Before leaving, Bai Zhan said that they would not leave until they were drunk. Many people took out their drinks and poured them into their mouths frantically, swallowing them with tears...

It was dark and bright again.

It was bright and dark again.

They kept drinking like that, crying when they drank, and sleeping when they cried...It seemed that in this desolate world, there was nothing to do except drinking and crying...

Finally...

Zhao Yin didn't know how many days had passed in this desolate world...

A loud voice came from the sky, with extreme sadness.

"I... failed!"

It was Bai Zhan, who said only four words and fell into silence.

The crowd, who had gradually calmed down over the past few days, cried again.

Boom!

Suddenly, the whole world was shaking, and everything was blurry...

The huge space cracks, like a spider web, slowly covered the entire sky.

Then, the boundary wall broke apart, and endless chaos, mixed with the flames of world destruction, poured into this world.

Zhao Yin saw a broken golden coffin, the lid of which had disappeared, and it was riddled with holes, moving forward at a high speed in the flames of world destruction...

Bai Zhan's figure was standing in the golden coffin!

He still looked the same as before, but the beating heart in his chest was shattered.

Bai Zhan's life breath seemed to be extremely weak, as if he would fall down if the wind blew!

There was no more kingly power, no more free and easy...there was only ashes and sadness...

His eyes looked desperately at the world that was about to collapse, at the piece of homeland he missed...

"I... want to be buried in my homeland, and stay in that ancestral land forever...!"

Bai Zhan murmured.

Inexplicably, Zhao Yin heard it clearly and felt his grief.

"But how can I leave my divine base to the alien race?"

Bai Zhan continued to murmur: "How can the ancestral land last forever?"

He looked at the crowd still standing in front of the portal in the broken world.

"Fellow countrymen, for the sake of the human race, I need you!"

Bai Zhan's voice became weaker and weaker, as if there was an invisible force that transmitted the weak words to the broken human race!

"Send the king!"

It seemed that the endless human race had been waiting for this day.

In the endless sadness, Zhao Yin saw that the old man who played the flute took out a colorful building.

Zhao Yin could not read any useful information in the illusion, and vaguely felt that it was like an altar.

"The world is gone, the emperor is gone, and the emperor's son is gone... Now that the king is gone, we have no way out!"

The vicissitudes of the old man's voice echoed above the crowd.

His turbid eyes reflected the destroyed world.

The space bracelet on his hand shattered silently, and endless extraordinary treasures, including various equipment, potions, extraordinary food, and elixirs, flew everywhere.

The world barrier was broken, and endless space energy was scattered. The old man waved his hand, and countless star crystals formed, carrying treasures accumulated for countless years, and disappeared in the chaos...

At this moment, everyone was doing this. They took out their life accumulation, and some space-based supernatural powers took action... It seemed that in the destruction, the construction of star crystals was the last way for them to leave traces.

After the old man dropped off the supplies, he slowly walked towards the altar: "I am willing to turn this body into the last fire, to illuminate the darkness for my human race!"

"With the king..."

After the last voice fell, the old man's blood and bones seemed to burst into invisible flames, melting rapidly... Finally, it turned into a drop of bright red blood.

Floating above the altar, emitting dazzling blood light.

"If the human race is in eternal night and can never usher in the dawn, I am willing to turn into a ray of light..."

The thin emcee came and stepped into the altar.

"With the king..."

One by one, the human race's strong men stepped onto the altar, thousands, tens of millions...

A monstrous giant condensed from the most original blood of the human race.

His body was boundless, sitting cross-legged in the broken void.

In the endless world-destroying flames, the giant had no facial features and did not move at all.

"Thank you all!"

In the void, a sigh came from Bai Zhan.

The next moment, the broken golden coffin, carrying Bai Zhan's body, crashed into the giant's body.

The next moment, the blood-red giant, with blood flowing all over his body, had a pair of eyes formed on his blurred face.