In the next moment, Ye Lin carried the headless corpse toward the battlefield.
At this moment, cries of slaughter rang across Myriad Source Mountain, and scenes of the Human Race battling foreign races could be seen everywhere.
Countless powerful figures and innumerable silhouettes were locked in fierce combat. Blood soaked the entirety of Myriad Source Mountain, and the stench of blood in the air was unbearably thick.
"Kill! Kill them all, those little bastards!"
"Charge! Kill them! Don't be afraid of death! If we die, then we die! This time, we fight for the entire Human Race. As long as we win this battle, our descendants will suffer less!"
"That's right! Only if we swallow all the bitterness can our descendants live safe and sound, can they live happily and blissfully. We must not let the ten thousand races slaughter the Human Race again!"
"Kill!"
The furious roars of countless Human Race powerhouses rose up, and cries of slaughter blanketed all of Myriad Source Mountain.
Countless cultivators guarding Myriad Source Mountain were ruthlessly cut down.
The fighting had already lasted half a month since it began. Over that half-month, the Human Race had taken half the territory.
But that was not enough. It was still far too slow.
They had to take all of Myriad Source Mountain before the Human Emperor's army arrived, then welcome the Human Emperor's army.
This pace was still far too slow for them—slow by much, much too much.
"Little ones of Myriad Source Mountain, your ancestors are all dead. Are you sure you still want to resist?"
Just as the cultivators defending Myriad Source Mountain were fighting the Human Race army, Ye Lin arrived on the battlefield. Beside him, a headless corpse floated calmly.
A faint power of laws emanated from the surface of the