The Underground Race was like a sausage being sliced apart, swallowed piece by piece. The Lord Baizhang they had always relied on was struggling to save himself, let alone offer them any support.
Without Baizhang's support, the individual combat prowess of the Underground Race was no match for the official forces' top fighters. No matter how desperately they resisted and struggled, all they could do was delay their deaths.
One after another, members of the Underground Race fell. They had tried to flee, but their escape routes had long since been cut off. They were still a long way from the passageways they used to enter and leave.
Nor could every member of the Underground Race burrow through the earth. They lived in the Underground World only in relation to the Surface World.
In truth, the Underground World was not purely a world beneath the earth, but a folded space. It had its own time and space. Compared to the Surface World, however, it was more desolate, beset by more disasters, and far less stable and hospitable.
That was why the Underground Race yearned so desperately to return to the Surface World.
Only those among the Underground Race with an Earth Attribute talent could burrow underground.
Baizhang's group naturally included Earth Attribute Awakeners. But in the Surface World, it was difficult for them to use their abilities to their full potential. On top of that, the official forces had powerful Earth Attribute users blocking their way. Lin Yifei in particular had deployed a vast army of monsters beneath the surface.
A few Earth Attribute users among the Underground Race had risked using the Ground Traveling Technique to escape, but they had all met miserable ends.
The Underground Race had broken down completely.
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