The battlefield.
Reneedol hid in a sunken trench.
There was no other way. Every cultivator around her was stronger than she was, yet they were still being slaughtered by the monsters in the sky.
It was a hopeless, one-sided slaughter.
Only after being struck to death, crushed to death, cut in half, hacked apart limb by limb, beheaded, stabbed through the heart, chopped to pieces, bled dry, and blown to bits had she finally found a safe, concealed place.
Deafening tremors rumbled outside.
Screams, cries, and desperate anguish never let up for a moment.
Huddled in the trench, Reneedol covered her face with her hands.
There was nothing she could do.
Could she really survive for an hour?
She had no confidence at all.
Suddenly, the cultivators outside began to organize a counterattack.
Driven to desperation, they unleashed power unlike anything they had shown before.
For a brief moment, the battlefield reached a fragile balance.
A Human Race Commander roared:
"Quick! This is our only chance! Everyone, give it everything you've got!"
The thunder of battle grew more and more intense.
Reneedol hesitated for several breaths.
Should she go out and help them?
Her strength was suppressed to the level Rod had possessed back then, but she had learned some special techniques of war. She could become the spearhead of their assault.
—Star Law.
The Star Law of war that Mu had once taught her!
Reneedol couldn't help drifting into memory.
What had Mu said back then?
"Reneedol, remember: the Star Law I created for you can strengthen everyone, while your own combat power will surpass theirs, making you the leader of the war."
"Mm, I've already learned it. I'm just afraid I'll never need to use it myself."
"Hahaha, of course. With me around, you won't have to set