Unless it was a war of extermination, ordinary wars were generally conflicts between the strong. They had little to do with ordinary people.
Yet ordinary people were indispensable. Even some of the strongest had been born from among ordinary people.
The foreign-race powerhouses were still shouting provocations when someone could no longer hold back.
"Haha, you cowards hiding your heads in the sand. Just watch as the people you're protecting die by my hand." The foreign-race powerhouse lowered his arm, and the person in front of him instantly collapsed.
At that moment, someone in the Sacred Palace could no longer endure it.
"Let's fight! Fight them to the death!"
"Make them pay!"
They charged forward frantically. At that moment, they no longer cared about anything. Master of the Sacred Palace let out a sigh and slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were filled with resolve.
"Send Liu Ling'er and the others away later. They're our last hope. As for everyone in the Sacred Palace, all of you will take part in the final battle against the foreign races!"
Everyone responded one after another. At that moment, Master of the Sacred Palace personally entered the fray.
Her figure instantly appeared before the foreign-race powerhouse. This was the brutal executioner who had killed who knew how many people over the past few days.
Just as she was about to kill her outright, another figure suddenly slammed into her.
Master of the Sacred Palace was sent flying backward. When she steadied herself, she discovered that a man shrouded in overwhelming might had appeared among the foreign races.
"Overlord Blade," Master of the Sacred Palace said.
"That's right. Come to think of it, your master died by my hand," the man said.
At the same time, more and more foreign-race