This was the frontal battlefield, where the Greenfield World faced Great Qin. The situations on the other two fronts were roughly the same.
At this moment, the Greenfield World's side looked terrible. They had originally thought they were stepping on a bug they could crush at will, only to find they had stepped on a steel spike.
They had been far too careless in the first wave of attacks, already losing over a hundred million soldiers. What should they choose now? Continue attacking, or retreat?
If they continued attacking, they might not win, and even if they did, their losses would be immensely severe.
They had been careless! This time, they had been completely careless! They had never expected the other side to be a duchy. They had not prepared to attack a duchy at all, nor had they deployed their entire army. Faced with a force as formidable as Great Qin, they began to shrink back.
"Hahahaha..."
Seeing the Greenfield nations retreating, Zhao Fu laughed wildly. Then his gaze swept over the Greenfield People. "You want to destroy the human world within a month? You want to make humanity your slave race? Today, I shall use your blood to prove the name of Great Qin!"
"Attack!"
Zhao Fu drew the Death Sword and, wrapped in an immense aura and without the slightest fear, became a streak of light as he charged toward the countless Kings opposite him. Receiving Zhao Fu's command, Great Qin's other Generals also became streaks of light and charged at the opposing City Lords.
"Roar! Roar! Roar..."
Mighty dragon roars rang out as enormous figures blotted out the sky. Looking up, everyone saw countless flying dragons over a hundred meters long appear in the air, each radiating powerful pressure.
"Roar! Roar! Roar..."
Thunderous bellows shook the