"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
The three furious roars did not come from a single mouth, but erupted in unison from a million throats, shaking the stars and draining the color from mountains and rivers.
Heaven-Overturning Torrent-like killing intent suddenly took form, becoming a colossal saber, crimson-black throughout and edged with rust-colored steel. It appeared across the skies, cleaving open the boundary between heaven and earth, dimming sun and moon and sending clouds and thunder scattering. No presence in the world could stand side by side with it.
Confucius gazed at it for a long while before letting out a heartfelt sigh. "Worthy indeed of being the army under Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. In terms of this military might alone, across ancient and modern times, apart from the Witch Clan, no other race can compare with them in formation or spirit. We, the later descendants of humanity, truly fall short of our forebears. Especially in commanding battle formations, in issuing orders as one—we are far inferior to the Yellow Emperor. Among the Human Emperors of every generation, who could be like him, with nothing but a single thought and command, make a million withered bones surge with hot blood, dying without breaking?"
At the sight of this scene, every human's heart would surely ignite with blazing fire. Even those timid by nature would be provoked by that iron-blooded aura, causing their blood to surge and their fists to clench tight.
"Though thousands upon thousands of years have passed, and humanity seized the chance presented by the decline of the Witches and Demons to ascend as the protagonists of heaven and earth, we have often been mocked by the heavens as 'profiteers' and 'weaklings to be bullied.' Today, we shall use this tribulation to make them open their eyes and see what has become