Xu Feng curled his lips, spitting flecks of bloody saliva onto the scorched earth.
"If we don't take the Kunlun Dimensional Gate, all the blood spilled today will have been for nothing!"
He grabbed the hand Li Tianlang had extended to help him. Inside his chest, the Divine Tree was frantically tightening its roots.
It squeezed every last trace of vitality and life force from Youquan's mangled remains.
Pain?
Every bone in his body felt as though it had been taken apart and pieced back together. His torn muscles burned fiercely.
Even the divine fire in his Consciousness Sea had dimmed.
But he could not rest.
Not yet, at least.
He looked up.
Human warriors were rapidly occupying every corner of Little Azure Firmament Mountain's main peak.
Yue Changkong led a squad of War Gods in pursuit of the last pockets of alien stragglers still resisting.
The burly men from the Snowfield District swung their battle-axes, cutting down the stubborn Overlords as easily as chopping vegetables.
Flaming bombs dropped from the aerial fortress like swords of judgment, blasting the small groups of aliens attempting to regroup and counterattack into dust.
Victory seemed assured, but it was not yet complete.
Only by seizing this chance to win greater military gains and pressing forward without pause could they settle the outcome once and for all.
The Kunlun Dimensional Gate!
It was the crucial junction connecting this Dimension Realm to the Tier Two and Tier Three Sky Pit Worlds.
Especially now that the Dimension Realm had been sealed, it was like a shackle clamped around humanity's throat.
"Xu Feng is right."
A steady voice rang out.
Qin Shanhe had approached without anyone noticing. Thick bandages wrapped his chest, and his face was pale, but his sword hand remained steady.
Even wounded, Great Xia's