All ten thousand Tourang City warriors agreed with this view. If they had once been proud of being Tourang City's elite, then after acting alongside Liu Ruohuai and over twenty thousand human warriors, witnessing the humans' way of fighting, and seeing that they had now obtained the Desolate Celestial Race bloodline—
The Tourang City warriors had begun to deeply doubt their own strength, though they were unwilling to admit it.
They could not believe that every human warrior could withstand the attacks of the Desolate Celestial Race warriors' lingering souls.
"Impossible. I don't believe that simply being willing to die for one another can resist illusion arts."
"Those are the lingering souls of warriors from the ancient Desolate Celestial Race. How could humans possibly stand against them? At least two-thirds of them should have been devoured by the Desolate Celestial Race."
"I don't believe it either. But if they succeeded, I'll cultivate according to the method Prince Lu Yang taught us."
The Tourang City warriors began whispering among themselves. Lu Yang heard them clearly, making both Diliya and Maldron blush.
Just as the two were considering whether to rebuke everyone, Pan Yuhang stood up and said, "Boss, I've finished merging with the bloodline."
"I've finished merging too." Zhao Cheng stood up as well.
"I've finished merging too." Yao Ye stood up as well.
"I've finished merging."
"I'm done too."
The first hundred warriors stood up one after another. They had all completed the fusion. Zhou Tianming personally examined each of their souls, confirming that they were still themselves and had not been devoured by the Extraterrestrial Demons or the lingering souls of Desolate Celestial Race warriors. He gave Lu Yang a thumbs-up.
"The second batch," Lu Yang called loudly.
Less than five minutes had passed from the beginning