"We're not like those people. We..." Ke Hei protested.
They had been in the God-Demon Battlefield for several days.
The infamy of the Ten Thousand Dynasties.
He had naturally heard plenty about it.
But the bitter fruit sown by their predecessors.
What did it have to do with them?
"You want to say your hearts are crimson with loyalty, that you're different? Tell me, do I look like an idiot? Get out! Get out right now!"
Before Ke Hei could finish, Xin Liang laughed in anger. Scarlet radiance surged around him, and nine shadowy sabers instantly materialized in the air, gleaming coldly, their edges boundlessly sharp.
"You..." Ke Hei's expression hardened. He was about to flare up, only to discover that Xin Liang's aura towered like a mountain, utterly beyond his ability to shake.
Anyone who could become a city lord in the Inner Domain.
Naturally possessed extraordinary combat strength.
Xin Liang was at the Half-Step Emperor Realm!
Ke Hei was already injured.
How could he possibly be a match for him?
"Let's go!"
Xiao Chen reached out and gently patted Ke Hei's shoulder, signaling him not to act rashly.
Xin Liang's strength was transcendent.
Far beyond anything they could contend with!
Soon.
Xiao Chen and the other two left dejectedly.
All three wore heavy expressions.
The Demon Race's Blood Sacrifice was already fraught with boundless danger.
Yet within the Human Race.
They still suspected one another.
And treated each other as enemies.
This made a situation already as precarious as stacked eggs.
All the worse, like snow heaped upon frost.
Once upon a time.
How united the Human Race had been.
To defend the glory of the Human Race.
And keep its flame alive.
They had stood together against the Demon Race.
One after another, they had thrown themselves