The war between the Iron Blood Alliance and the Xenomorph Species had continued into its eighteenth year. In truth, the outcome had long since been decided.
Yet the Iron Blood Alliance still chose not to retreat. Instead, every high-ranking warrior had thrown themselves into the war.
During this time, they had tried to persuade Lu Wu to lead his people away as well.
Before Lu Wu left, they had even planned to give him the Iron Blood Race's last remaining stockpile of resources, along with their technological data.
Neither Lu Wu nor the players had expected this.
In such a brutal environment beyond the domain, the Iron Blood Race actually had such thoughts.
Those not of our race must harbor different intentions.
Even members of the same race fought over benefits, let alone forces from beyond the domain. Cooperation between them could only be tied to profit; no one would make one-sided sacrifices.
Even though Lu Wu had rendered tremendous merit to the Iron Blood Alliance, the alliance had also provided resources. Everything given and received had been equal.
Yet the Iron Blood Race's final decision still surprised him.
It was more like a final entrustment—handing everything important, or rather, their legacy, over to Lu Wu before choosing to die in battle.
Through their interactions, Lu Wu had come to understand this race's traits.
Just as the information he had bought from the Holy Spirit Race described, this was a true warrior race.
By now, the entire Iron Blood Alliance had collapsed. Apart from the leading Iron Blood Race, the other factions had all fled the Iron Blood Starfield.
The Iron Blood Race had also concentrated all their fighting strength in the world of "Puxiu."
According to them, dying in battle was not glory, but the Iron Blood Race would