"Quick, quick, quick."
Following the ripples of the great battle, the powerhouses of the Human Race and Demon Race were all rushing desperately in Qingfeng Mountain's direction.
The Yuhua Cultivation World, Cangyuan Cultivation World, Great Qi Cultivation World, Gusu Cultivation World, Great Yu Cultivation World, Daming Cultivation World, and the Great Xiao Immortal Dynasty.
Each battlefield left only one or two low-cultivation Golden Core Cultivators to hold the line, while every cultivator above the Middle Golden Core Stage was pulled out and sent, as one, toward the same target.
Such a move was essentially taking the initiative to abandon every defensive line. If the Demon Race seized this chance to launch a large-scale attack, they could break through in an instant.
Fighting with their backs to the water.
This was the unified thought of everyone in the Southwest Alliance from top to bottom—to throw everything away and win this battle.
If they succeeded, it would be once and for all, and the Borderlands would usher in peace for hundreds, even thousands, of years.
If they failed, at worst they would go to the Yellow Springs together. As long as they preserved the Fire Seed, there would always come a day when they could make a comeback.
Their roots were here, sunk deep into the earth, impossible to pull out, impossible to cut clean, impossible to rot with frost.
Even if they were burned to ashes, once spring came, new shoots would naturally break through the soil again.
In short, land that had fallen into the hands of the Human Race had never had any reason to be spat back out.
Had it been any other time, they absolutely would not have had the courage to smash the cauldrons and sink the boats like this.
After all, the most complicated thing