Chapter 370: Di Jun, Screw You! Get Lost!

They actually wanted to take them down one by one, leaving her Human Race without a leader, and then wipe them out in one fell swoop?

What a lovely dream!

They truly didn't take the Human Race's Holy Mother, Nuwa, seriously at all!

Had they forgotten who protected the Human Race?

They had actually bullied her right to her face?

They really needed a beating, or they'd start tearing the roof off!

"They really bullied you like that?"

Nuwa spoke coldly, her voice so icy that it seemed to drop everyone into a thousand-year-old ice cavern.

"It's absolutely true, Empress! You must stand up for me, Senior Nine Swords, and the Human Race!"

Upon hearing this, Nuwa clenched her dainty fists, anger surging in her chest.

Her eyes turned terrifyingly cold, and she shouted furiously.

"A scholar may be killed, but never humiliated! We must rely on ourselves! Follow me and fight our way back at once!"

Ancestor Dragon, Yuanfeng, First Kirin, Di Jun!

Not one of you old bastards is getting away!

Chapter 370: Di Jun, Screw You! Get Lost!

Everyone agreed enthusiastically upon hearing this.

"Good! Fight our way back! Beat them until they're half-crippled!"

"Exactly! We have to give those old bastards a thorough thrashing! Especially Di Jun—break all three of his legs!"

Everyone's morale soared, and their spirits ran high. Under Nuwa's lead, the enormous Human Race army pursued the Patriarchs of the Three Clans and Di Jun toward the direction in which they had fled.

At that moment, the Patriarchs of the Three Clans had suffered two consecutive severe injuries, so their escape speed had dropped drastically. They hadn't gotten very far.

Di Jun, having merely watched from the sidelines without participating in the battle, had not suffered any serious injuries. He was flying incredibly