The night that followed was, for the Barbaric Race and the Jin Race, a night too unbearable to look back on for the rest of their lives.
For the first time in the lives of their ancestors eight generations back, they had been cursed so thoroughly that they were drenched in dog blood.
Every time they surrounded a race, they were cursed, and the curses grew harsher each time.
They were cursed for betraying faith and righteousness, cursed as spineless worms, cursed as incapable of human affairs, cursed as unworthy of being Ancient Foreign Races...
Yet curses were curses; the final outcome had already been decided.
The Stone Race claimed to be the toughest men alive, yet once the Heavenly Cycle Killing Formation covered them from all sides, facing thousands of elders from the Barbaric Race and Jin Race glaring like tigers, they could only go soft.
The Giant Race that came next no longer faced merely the Barbaric Race and Jin Race. They faced three races, with nearly all the Stone Race's elders added in.
That was how a snowball rolled!
The farther it rolled, the bigger it grew!
The seven lines of defense envisioned by the Xihe rebels were each supposed to inflict grievous losses upon Lin Su's million-strong army.
But once the true battle unfolded, everyone was left dumbfounded.
Lin Su had not taken that standard marching route at all. Instead, he had begun rolling a snowball through the Foreign Races' heartland beyond the defensive lines.
Using the Foreign Races' own strength to conquer the Foreign Races, he rolled that snowball all the way to the borders of the Xuan Race in a single night.
Yet when the Giant Race finished swearing their oath, Lin Su gazed toward the horizon and saw countless black shadows from the