New Calendar Year 776.
After five long years of war and human-wave tactics, the Elf Race's front line gradually collapsed.
Bears, apes, ducks, chickens—countless kinds of beastmen were manufactured and sent into the age of Gene War. They completely disregarded the consequences, seeking only a momentary burst of power.
Under such oppression, the Elven population shrank from 2,700 to 1,400.
"No matter how elite they are, even if one can fight hundreds, they still can't withstand an endless stream of locust-like beastman soldiers who don't need to cultivate yet are incredibly strong."
Stone Light Emperor Xueyin sneered arrogantly,
"Foolish elves. Relying on advanced ancient warfare concepts, they ruled this world and looked down on the native savages, never realizing that no matter how advanced an idea is, brute force can still smash it to pieces!"
Behind him followed countless fanatical soldiers.
This man had stirred the world into a vortex with his own strength, launched an unprecedented war, and attacked the friendly and peaceful Elf Race. He was arguably an existence even more evil than the First and Second Stone Light Slave Emperors.
Behind him were nothing but a group of evil, frenzied followers.
"Hahahaha!"
Stone Light Emperor Xueyin laughed. "I'm gratified that you've accepted my ideology. Humanity has limits, after all. Becoming beastmen is the beginning of an entirely new era."
Countless people shouted as they stared at the Forest of Elves close before them.
"Hope is right before us."
"Take all the women! Take the men too!"
"Storm the island!"
Stone Light Emperor Xueyin raised his sword high. "Launch the final attack!"
The Forest of Elves had already been reduced to ruins. Every building had been destroyed, and even some research institutes and high-level classified facilities had been demolished by the elves themselves.
They were preparing to evacuate.