You Tell Me If It Fits

There were not many gods, only around a thousand.

But in the God Court, there were not only gods, but also all kinds of exotic beasts raised by them. Aside from those beasts, there were also countless Divine Weapons!

All of these Divine Weapons had been transformed from the gods' Divine Power, and at the same level, each one could fight a thousand opponents alone.

The cultivators of the myriad races were grievously wounded by these Divine Weapons and exotic beasts, plunging into desperate situations time and time again.

But under the resistance of the cultivators of the myriad races, who had all taken up arms, the myriad races beneath heaven held back that fierce onslaught again and again!

Meanwhile, Jiang Feng, who continued to break through realms and always charged at the very front whenever he entered battle, had already become the spiritual leader of the myriad races.

As long as Jiang Feng appeared on a battlefield, morale would inevitably soar. No one believed that this White-Clad Sword God would lose—even when facing the gods!

At the beginning of the war, those lofty gods believed that the slaves would last at most three years!

But who could have imagined that, like cockroaches that simply could not be killed, the myriad races beneath heaven would repel the divine race's attacks time and time again? Each time, they would emerge like a fire phoenix reborn from the flames, even stronger than before.

As the war grew ever fiercer, countless cultivators died every day. Some ordinary human civilians who could not cultivate began wondering whether they could fight alongside the cultivators at the front without using Spiritual Power.

Thus, "Martial Warriors" were born!

The ancient Martial Warriors trusted neither Heaven nor Earth and feared neither immortals nor gods. They tempered themselves in