The two sides on the Western Continent had already met. The two armies below were countless, densely packed with people, like two enormous oceans.
One was an ocean of many colors, for its soldiers wore all kinds of armor and carried various terrifying auras. The other wore uniform black armor, like a black ocean, exuding an aura of destruction and slaughter.
The two auras gathered here, making the air throughout the entire human world several degrees more oppressive. Not a single living creature dared to linger nearby.
Powerful figures also stood in the sky, each one a City Lord-level existence. The auras they gave off shook heaven and earth; it could be said that this was the first time in the human world that so many City Lords had gathered.
The armies on the ground and the City Lords in the sky both seemed capable of imprisoning heaven and earth, causing everything to collapse and warp. Even those far away could sense the danger emanating from ahead.
Zhao Fu stood in the sky, his gaze fixed on the people opposite him, his expression grave. "Everything has reached its end. The human world needs to be unified; only then will humanity have hope. I am also the one favored by the Mandate of Heaven. Submit to me, and I can let bygones be bygones."
The former leaders of Huaxia looked at Zhao Fu with complicated expressions. They had never expected Great Qin to reach this point. If they had known, they would have destroyed him at the very beginning, and they would not have fallen into their present predicament.
Faced with Zhao Fu's offer of surrender, they refused without even considering it. First, they had formed such deep hatred with Great Qin that they did not believe Zhao Fu could let