"No... no, you can't do this, Senior. Please spare us. We're all innocent."
"Yes, Senior, we were only responsible for escorting the cargo. The Rakshasa Clan declaring war on your Nether Race has nothing to do with us."
"Please spare our lives, Seniors. We're willing to pay sufficient compensation."
For a moment, everyone aboard the warship began pleading for mercy.
They had never expected to be so unlucky—the Rakshasa Clan had chosen this very moment to declare war on the Nether Race.
Ahead lay Nether Race territory.
Now that the Rakshasa Clan and the Nether Race were at war, they were bound to perish here.
"Heh, what are you babbling about? Get down here already. You're just a pack of crawling insects, and you still dare talk terms with me?"
The leading Nether Race expert spoke with utter disdain.
The Human Race experts aboard the warship looked at one another, then silently picked up their weapons.
Since they could not escape, they would kill.
Even dying in battle was better than lying down to be slaughtered.
"Oh? Looks like you're planning to fight to the death."
"Unfortunately, ants will always be ants."
"Kill."
With a slight wave of the leading Nether Race expert's hand, the great mass of Nether Race experts behind him surged forward and began slaughtering.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, rubbed his head with some frustration.
He had no idea how many times he had run into situations like this.
Ye Lin slowly raised his hand, Sword Qi coiling around his arm.
Seeing this, Lin Yun'er, who sat opposite him, rose slightly and hid behind Ye Lin.
"Go."
With a flick of Ye Lin's finger, dense waves of Sword Qi slashed toward the front.
In an instant, countless Nether Race experts died. Before they could even react, their bodies