The gesture ordering the attack swiftly passed from behind Fang Zhenchuan into the sight of each of the thirty thousand warriors. Once every warrior was ready...
"We won't live to see the moment of victory. Let out one final roar." Fang Zhenchuan leaped from the deep pit and bellowed, "Iron Blood Brotherhood, charge~!"
"Charge~!" Thirty thousand people roared madly, all releasing the final seal of Divine Combustion and instantly raising their strength to its peak.
The warriors' bodies burst fully into flame, like enormous fireballs. Forming ranks of five hundred, they charged without hesitation into the Sacred Spirit Clan's position.
Three hundred meters beyond the deep pit lay the front line of the Sacred Spirit Clan's position. Most of their warriors were sitting on the ground, restoring their divine power. When they saw the human legion below suddenly emerge as blazing fireballs, their eyes filled with terror.
"They've gone mad! The humans have gone mad! They used Divine Combustion and are charging at us without regard for their lives! Activate the formation and kill them!" a Sacred Spirit Clan warrior shouted in terror as he backed away.
But it was already too late to retreat. Fang Zhenchuan and the others gave the enemy no chance to activate the formation. All the spellcasting warriors among the Fire King's descendants and the Twin God Descendants closed in and tangled with the enemy at close range.
The Sacred Spirit Clan warriors had recovered less than a third of their divine power and did not dare engage them, retreating in panic.
One side pursued while the other fled. In the blink of an eye, Fang Zhenchuan and the others had pushed five kilometers into the enemy lines, nearly a tenth of the defensive position's diameter.
The Sacred Spirit Clan's patriarch and numerous elders had