"May Heaven bless us, may Heaven bless us—the Human Emperor is sure to win, our Emperor is sure to win."
"Bless us, bless us—the Human Emperor is sure to win. Above heaven and below earth, none can match our Emperor. Our Emperor is number one beneath the heavens."
"Our Emperor is invincible. Heavenly Dao, bless us—Heavenly Dao, bless us!"
All around them, Human Race powerhouses had already begun praying for the Human Emperor.
Though they had long since conquered the Heavenly Court and brought the entire Star River Cosmos under their control, not a single one of them could live in peace. Every day was spent on tenterhooks, each year feeling like an eternity.
Because their Human Emperor's battle was not yet over, and the strongest fighters had yet to determine victory or defeat.
If the Human Emperor lost, they would all die, and the golden age awaiting the Human Race would vanish like a dream bubble.
But if the Human Emperor won, then from this moment onward, the Human Race would truly stand at the pinnacle of the Star River Cosmos, looking down proudly upon all heroes.
They would truly rise to their feet.
The rain of blood continued for an entire month.
When an ordinary powerful expert fell, the blood rain would at most last two or three days. Yet this time, it lasted a full month.
What did that represent?
It represented that, throughout this period, Primordial Unity Golden Immortal experts were constantly falling.
Killing a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal was extraordinarily difficult. Killing one at the same realm was even harder.
Yet now, the truth was that Primordial Unity Golden Immortals had truly died. They had truly fallen.
For a month of blood rain, the myriad races, including the Human Race, lived every day on tenterhooks.