Three Bizarre Emperors Mobilize!

Xuanyuan Tian Ji nodded slightly.

"Jin Lin... Half-step Supreme Immortal Emperor. He cultivates the Demon Race's supreme cultivation method, the Qilin Art."

"I hear his physical body rivals a Great Emperor's, and his Qilin flames can burn through the void. He'll make a decent helper."

"But it's not enough," you said.

Xuanyuan Tian Ji fell silent for a moment.

She looked at the demon soldiers setting up camp on the square, looked at those young faces, and an emotion that could not be named flickered in her eyes.

"Enough or not, it will have to be enough," she said. "At least we're not fighting alone."

You said nothing. You knew she was right.

But in your heart, you were perfectly clear: thirty thousand demon soldiers, plus fifty thousand remnants of the Human Race army—eighty thousand people facing three Great Emperors and hundreds of thousands in the Abnormal Army.

It was nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a cart with its arms.

But you would not say it aloud.

Because saying it would be useless.

The battle still had to be fought.

The next three days were the final stretch of preparation in which the Human Race and Demon Race fought shoulder to shoulder.

The Peerless War King dragged his aged body across the square, training new recruits.

His fists were no longer as fast as before, nor as heavy, but his experience remained, and so did his authority.

The new recruits looked at him as if they were looking at a living myth.

They did not know this old man had once shattered stars with a single punch. They only knew that his fists hurt, his gaze was fierce, and his curses were loud.

Ye Chuxue walked out of the Alchemy Hall.

Her Taiyin Power had only recovered