Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the approaching Rat Clan army. There was not the slightest trace of fear on their faces; instead, blazing battle intent ignited within them.
The true battle had only just begun.
With a thunderous rumble that shook the earth and mountains, the Rat King led an army of one hundred thousand soldiers charging swiftly toward them.
Seeing the corpses and flowing blood of its Rat Clan people strewn across the ground, and seeing the cold-faced Desolate Court disciples gripping their weapons, the Rat King's fury burned ever more fiercely.
The Rat King abruptly raised its massive axe and pointed it at Huang Jing and the others, its voice exploding like a bolt of thunder.
"Lowly Human Race! You killed my people and slaughtered my elders. Today is the day you die!
Kill them for this king! Leave none alive!"
"Kill! Kill them!"
At the Rat King's command, the hundred-thousand-strong Rat Clan army surged toward the Desolate Court disciples like a tidal wave, and the two sides collided in an instant.
Blades flashed and swords danced, flesh and blood flew, and screams, clashing weapons, and battle cries intertwined into a tragic war song.
The Rat Clan army was vast in number and fearless of death. Relying on their numerical advantage, they launched a frenzied assault on the Desolate Court disciples.
The Desolate Court disciples, meanwhile, relied on exquisite cultivation techniques and seamless coordination to resist tenaciously. Every one of them unleashed their greatest strength as they fought the Rat Clan army to the death.
Huang Jing did not join the chaotic melee. Her gaze was locked firmly on the Rat King, and a hint of gravity flashed through her cool eyes.
She could sense the terrifying aura emanating from the Rat