Streams of light kept streaking in from afar, tearing across the sky with an unstoppable momentum.
One powerful aura after another pressed closer. Some of these people looked young, while others were elderly and frail.
Yet their eyes all shone with an incomparably resolute light.
Some were heirs of great powers, some were surviving descendants of great powers, some were elders of great powers, and some were Rogue Cultivators.
But at this moment, they shared one identity: the Human Race.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two sides immediately clashed. Thunderous explosions resounded in every direction, and dazzling radiance lit up the heavens.
They had been oppressed too viciously. Every move they made now, every attack they unleashed, carried blazing fury.
Once, they had stood high above all others. Yet in the end, they had been reduced to hiding everywhere, even taking refuge in filthy sewers.
They had slept on brushwood and licked gall, all waiting for an opportunity—a fitting opportunity. And now, that opportunity had come.
Ever since they had sensed the enormous spiritual energy fluctuations here, many of them had secretly made their way over.
They had been watching from the sidelines at first, but when they saw the old man on the verge of collapse, they could no longer hold back.
One person charged out, and the rest followed in quick succession.
Rather than live on in such humiliation, they would rather fight openly and honorably. Even if they died, they would have no regrets.
"Madmen! You're all mad! Aren't you afraid of death?"
The Outer Realm Heavenly Demon who had fought the old man earlier glared at the scene, his face full of rage. At the same time, a deep fear flickered in the depths of his eyes.
The reason was simple. In the distant void, an old