"Later, give it everything you've got. I'll only deal with the high-end combat power—the rest is for you to handle yourselves."
"Remember, your lives and deaths are none of my concern. If you truly die, then blame yourselves—blame your own lack of strength."
Ye Lin stood alone in the Starry Sky with his hands behind his back, while dense ranks of warships filled the space behind him.
Before them lay the Long River Star Region, the Nether Race's garrison.
At this moment, the Long River Star Region had long since been completely surrounded by a great army.
The armies of every race had halted outside the Long River Star Region. At a single command, they could raise their butcher's blades and charge forward without mercy, leaving none alive.
They were all waiting—waiting for Li Jinhuang's command.
Aboard the warships behind Ye Lin, every powerhouse wore an excited expression.
As for Ye Lin's earlier words, none of them took them to heart.
When they had attacked the Heavenly River Star Region before, they had had more than enough of lying back and winning.
Those who could stand here had long since cast life and death aside. If they feared death, they would never have come here.
They had coasted to victory before, but this time, they could finally slaughter to their hearts' content.
Cultivators were selfish, ruthless, and heartless—those things were true.
But these cultivators were living beings as well. At certain times, they too possessed faith in their people; they too could cast life and death aside and carve out a world for future generations.
This battle, they would fight.
If they won, the Human Race of later generations would no longer suffer oppression from the myriad races.
"Speed is the soul of war. We won't wait any longer. Kill