In terms of numbers, the various factions held a tremendous advantage, but in terms of momentum, Great Qin was clearly stronger. Countless City Lords in black cloaks stood in the sky, radiating terrifying auras; innumerable flying dragons circled overhead, while heavily armored giants stood upon the ground.
Most terrifying of all were the eight Sea Beast Kings, lined up in a row. Their dreadful auras nearly twisted space itself as they surged toward the people opposite like a tidal wave.
After conquering several hundred regions of Demon West Continent, the various factions had arrived here, forcing Great Qin to halt its advance. More and more people from the various sides continued to gather.
Zhao Fu too wore a black cloak, exuding an incomparably terrifying aura like immense, invisible gravity pressing down upon every person on the battlefield. Their expressions changed drastically; they had never before seen such a formidable aura.
"Hmph, what does your Demon Profound Clan have to say for yourselves? Our faction did not wish to stir up trouble, and we destroyed the Evil Dynasty to give you a warning. Yet you still dared to offend us again—you have already enraged us. Destroying your Demon Profound World would take no more than one hand. Do you still wish to resist?"
Zhao Fu gave a cold snort, speaking in an icy voice laced with intense killing intent, as well as a trace of contempt and disdain.
Faced with Zhao Fu's contempt and disdain, the various factions felt even less certain. Though they greatly outnumbered those on the other side, they had no idea of that mysterious faction's true strength. What if it had already sent even more powerful experts here? What would they do then?
Just the cloaked figures before them likely required a thousand City Lords working together