Glory and pain, splendor and regret, intertwined in everyone's hearts, leaving them filled with mixed emotions.
No one expected that they still had so many brothers left.
An old feeling surged from their hearts.
Everyone watched as Black Hell slowly walked to the center of the square, tears blurring their eyes. Brother, what a familiar term, even after so long, it still remains etched in everyone's memory. At this moment, Black Hell was no longer Black Hell but rather Alone in Heaven.
The square was filled with all kinds of races, humanity, elves, beastmen, giants, dwarves, they all gathered together for just one person.
Looking at these enthusiastic people, Nie Yan wondered if he disappeared one day, after a few years, how many brothers could he gather? Could it be like Black Hell?
Nie Yan didn't know, to be remembered by so many people, Black Hell, no, it should be said Alone in Heaven, naturally had his unique qualities.
