For the first time, all beings of the Primordial World truly grasped their own free will.
This time, there was no Heavenly Emperor's Pressure suppressing the eight realms, no Heavenly Dao forcibly deciding life and death, no Saint raising a hand to determine all of Qiankun.
All Heavens concealed themselves, and the Great Dao remained silent.
Everything was the choice of all beings themselves—their own destination, their own tribulations, their own salvation.
For a time, all races of the Primordial World awakened at once.
No one could fight in their stead, no one could sacrifice for them, and no one... could forgive another's wrongdoing for them.
They swung their own blades, walked their own roads, shed their own blood, and forged every ending with their own hands.
At the northern border of Divine Han, Wei Qing's Black-Armored Heavenly Soldiers clashed head-on with the Demon Clan forces.
This time, their opponents were not merely the wolf tribes!
Human Race Fortune descended. Soldiers brandished their halberds, while generals fought to the death.
In the face of death, courage was the finest hymn!
"Kill!"
Huo Qubing led light cavalry in swift raids across the wilderness. Every charge could mean death, and every victory was built upon heaps of blood.
Liu Che stood high above Chang'an, gazing into the distance before letting out a heartfelt sigh:
"Among the young men of Great Han, who could compare to the Marquis of Champion?"
The Human Race chose to survive through battle and sustain themselves through battle.
On the Demon Clan's side, Lu Ya suppressed the demonic hand secretly extended by the Chaos Five Demons.
He had once been a Chaos Demon God himself. How could he not know what Chaos Demon Gods were like...
"My Demon Clan would rather die than become Demon God lackeys."
Demon