To the west, the Endless Race had a total of fifty Hall of Fame Members.
Ten of them were in the vanguard, participating in the siege, including Lou Jialuo.
The remaining forty had all gathered around to deal with Lin Zhen.
While these Hall of Fame Members were rushing over, Lin Zhen had not been idle. He continued slaughtering the central army without pause. The more Endless Race members he killed now, the safer the Ground Race would be.
Besides, this kind of massacre where a single slash killed hundreds of thousands was simply too exhilarating. Lin Zhen was almost reluctant to stop.
Of the ten-billion-strong central army, fewer than three billion remained after the slaughter of Lin Zhen's Lightspeed Saber. They broke into scattered groups and fled in all directions.
Around Lin Zhen, silver banners came racing over at Wind Lightning Speed.
Every silver banner on the battlefield was enough to make the Ground Race tremble in fear, because each represented an incomparably powerful Hall of Fame Member.
Several silver banners had already approached Lin Zhen's area, making the Ground Race worry involuntarily.
"Sending experts to besiege me now?"
A faint smile touched Lin Zhen's lips. He was not afraid of these Hall of Fame Members, but he did not want to get entangled with too many of them right now. The enemy was densely packed at the moment, and he wanted to use this chance to kill more.
"Since you want to besiege me, let's see how fast you are."
The Lightning Wings behind Lin Zhen flapped, and he charged toward the army on the left flank.
The Endless Race army on the flank saw Lin Zhen coming, and their formation immediately collapsed.
The feat of slaughtering ten billion had already scared the wits out of the ordinary