"You are not worthy to be Great Emperors of the Human Race!"

They would not retreat. They would never retreat.

Because their crown prince had not retreated. Because their dignity did not allow them to retreat.

Because they were the Demon Race, the proudest race in this Great Thousand Worlds. They could die, but they could not flee.

Jin Lin looked at those young faces, at those familiar eyes.

He knew they would all die. But he also knew they would die like men.

No, like demons. Like demons who would never bow their heads.

He smiled.

He smiled very happily, like a child who had gotten his favorite toy.

"Father," he said in a low voice, "your son has been unfilial." He raised his fist and smashed it toward the enemy charging up at him.

To the south, you stood atop the City Wall, the Dingjun Sword planted before you, both hands braced on its hilt.

The Human Emperor War Flag snapped and cracked behind you. Your cultivation had already recovered to the Immortal Sovereign Early Stage, but your body was still very weak.

But you stood here. You did not retreat.

Because behind you was the Alchemy Hall, Su Qingyuan, Situ Xiao Yue, and everyone who could not fight.

If you retreated, they would die. You could not retreat.

The Abnormal Army's attack began.

No probing, no urging surrender—just an all-out assault. A black torrent surged toward the southern City Wall, like an endless tsunami.

You drew the Dingjun Sword.

Dark gold sword light illuminated the entire sky. You stepped forward, the blade sweeping sideways, cutting down the first wave of abnormal soldiers that charged up.

You kept swinging your sword, kept killing, kept advancing.

The Dingjun Sword turned into a bolt of dark gold lightning in your hand, each strike taking an enemy's life.

Your cultivation was only at