The other Black Spirit Race warriors were equally stirred. They had endured humiliation for far too long. In this region near the North Pole of the other world, there were not only the Ancient God Race, but also several other ancient races that had been driven here to survive.
The Black Spirit Race could not defeat any of them. If they had not believed in the Crescent Moon God, and if not for the Main God Tier formation they had constantly researched to protect themselves, they would have died countless times over. Yet because of this, among the races that believed in the Crescent Moon God, the Black Spirit Race had been labeled as poor fighters.
Whenever they went to pay respects to the Crescent Moon God, the various races that worshiped the Crescent Moon God took pleasure in mocking the Black Spirit Race, calling them cowards and trash.
The Black Spirit Race truly was not skilled in battle. Black Marquis and the others could not defeat the strong members of those races and had no way to argue back. They could only lower their heads and endure the ridicule of other races, their hearts filled with pent-up rage.
Now, they had finally encountered a worthless race that had appeared from who knew where. They were merely Godblood Orcs. With their racial talents, one Black Spirit Race warrior could kill five Godblood Orc Warriors of the same tier. Even Heigus, Black Marquis's deputy and a lower god early-stage Legion Commander known for his caution, could no longer hold back. He flew into the air as well and saw that there were no ambushes from other races behind them.
"The vanguard, prepare to charge! The center and rear armies, rest in place and maintain the formation. If the enemy launches a