Mournful roars rang out.
They resounded through heaven and earth.
The eyes of the Scarlet Thunder Martial Kings turned blood-red.
They became asuras.
And slaughtered demons with wild abandon!
Zhang Xiu.
Only an hour earlier.
Had finally broken through the King Gate.
His king source energy had yet to stabilize!
Originally, Xin Liang had not wanted him to fight.
He had wanted him to consolidate his cultivation.
And wait for the right moment to act.
However.
Zhang Xiu had refused.
He had insisted on joining the other kings.
And charging at the very front.
"With the demon tide upon us, how could I, a King Realm cultivator, shrink back behind the lines? I will slay demons alongside you all!"
Leaving those words with a smile, Zhang Xiu resolutely set out, joining the others on the road to death!
He knew.
He would never return from this journey.
But countless ages ago.
Innumerable forebears had built a Sighing Wall for the entire human race from their own flesh and blood!
Ensuring that the human race would not perish!
Today.
He, Zhang Xiu, had ascended to the King Realm!
In mortal eyes, he was already a god!
It was his turn.
To hold up a patch of sky for the human race!
Who said the human race had no heroes?
Every inch stained with blood, their souls fell silent!
"Senior, may you journey peacefully!"
Grief filled Xiao Chen's heart. He clenched his fists, hating how meager his source energy was, leaving him unable to fight alongside the Martial Kings for now.
He sat cross-legged in the void, driving the Dragon Slayer Fortune Stealing Art to its utmost and frantically absorbing the aura spirit souls within his Sea of Consciousness!
Watching those human Martial Kings of towering valor fall one after another and