A cold sneer rang out. A Human Race prodigy stood there, staring at him with a face full of scorn.
Before Ye Lin arrived, the myriad races had trampled upon the Human Race. In this land of the Northern Continent, the Human Race had lived worse than dogs.
And now, Ye Lin had fought so hard to seize Eastern Radiance City, finding the Human Race a place in the Northern Continent that truly belonged to them.
Now the foreign races had come again. This time, no matter what, they could not yield.
"Die."
Without another word, Zhao Kuang threw a punch. The Human Race prodigy who had just spoken had virtually no time to react before being blasted into scraps by that single fist.
The gap between them was like a heavenly chasm—far beyond ordinary.
"Fellow Daoists, strike together! No matter what, we cannot surrender Eastern Radiance City!"
"Attack! Let these foreign races see the fierce blood of us Human Race prodigies!"
"We can't let these foreign races look down on us. Kill!"
In an instant, dozens of figures emerged from throughout Eastern Radiance City. They faced death as though returning home, their auras intertwining and tangling until even the clouds above were thrown into turmoil.
"A bunch of fools who don't know death from life."
A flicker of impatience passed through Zhao Kuang's eyes. He had offered them a path to live, yet they refused to cherish it. Then they could all go die.
Zhao Kuang gripped a silver-white spear, Dao resonance surging around his body.
In the end, Zhao Kuang charged out alone to face them. There were dozens of Human Race prodigies on the other side.
"Everyone below the peak of True Immortal, withdraw! Those at the peak of True Immortal, follow me and repel the enemy!"