Yu Shengyun understood that there was no right or wrong in this kind of battle. Everyone was just seeking benefits for their own race, and were willing to undertake the forthcoming risks.
Risk and opportunity coexisted.
Nothing was absolute, and there was no black or white in the world. In fact, the chaotic state of this world was quite prone to producing lunatics.
He fought against the heavens, comprehended the Heavenly Dao, and defied the heavens.
If he died, he died.
This act of madness was puzzling to everyone, but if someone had experienced a despondent and sorrowful life, they would probably try to live life to the fullest, without regrets, after being reborn.
After all, dying in a spectacular manner was not something a fool would do.
"But how strong is Yuchi?"
"A year and a half ago, he could only kill Fan Yuhe!"