Holy City of the human race, within a great hall.
At this moment, countless human elders had gathered in the hall. The atmosphere was grave, dark clouds of gloom hanging overhead, every face filled with sorrow and indignation.
"Damn it! Baili City is under attack by the Dragon-Man Race, yet we, the elders of the Holy City, can do nothing but stand by and watch our human brothers be brutalized by the Dragon-Man Race. What humiliation!"
A human elder gritted his teeth, utterly unwilling to accept it.
"There's no helping it. The Dragon-Man Race is watching us like tigers eyeing their prey. Their main force is keeping watch over our Holy City. If we make any rash move, they would not mind immediately mobilizing their main force to wipe out the Holy City. We can die, but nothing must happen to the Holy City."
Another white-haired elder shook his head and spoke helplessly.
The other human elders clenched their fists as well. Similar situations had happened many times, but each time, they could only remain stationed in the Holy City, unable to make any move at all.
Without their rescue, Baili City was likely doomed.
"Report!"
At that moment, a scout dashed in from outside at incredible speed.
"What? How could there be news so soon? Has Baili City been destroyed?" Quite a few elders' expressions changed drastically. Less than three hours had passed since the battle began.
Under normal circumstances, news could not possibly have arrived so quickly. Could it be that the Dragon-Man Race's forces had surpassed all imagination, leaving Baili City unable to hold out even three hours?
"Speak. How is Baili City? How many people survived?"
A human elder asked. He did not even ask whether the battle had been won, only how many people had