The Human Race cultivators' frenzied self-destructions truly threw the Nine Clans' allied army into some disorder.
They could not understand how these humans could be so insane.
However, it was only because they had not expected the Human Race to disregard their lives so completely and detonate themselves that there was some disorder. In terms of both numbers and strength, they held an absolute advantage.
They widened the distance between themselves and the Human Race cultivators while releasing spell after spell.
Their numbers were simply too great. For a time, one Human Race cultivator after another could not even get close before being blasted dead outright, let alone self-destruct.
And yet, one Human Race cultivator after another still charged madly forward.
"Junior Brother, stay behind me. I'll self-destruct first and block their spells, then you charge over and self-destruct to kill them. If the two of us can trade for two of their cultivators, we won't lose out. If we can trade for three of them, then we've profited!"
A middle-aged Supreme Path Realm cultivator looked at the spells raining down from all over the sky and charged straight out.
In the span of a breath, the torrent of spells had already fallen before him.
And the aura within his body swelled to the extreme at that very moment. Under the rapid rotation of the aura inside him, even his body seemed unable to bear it and began to tremble.
Never before had the aura within him spun as quickly as it did today!
"We of the Human Race came here just like those races before us.
We did not provoke you.
Only because our Ancestor Song Zhong is too strong, you grew afraid, and so you wanted to kill us!
Kill us?
Then you will die as well!
And