Their frenzied attacks put Huaxia at a severe disadvantage. The north, south, and east all bore immense pressure, while the western front had collapsed across the board, because the Indians had gathered another thirty million players to attack Huaxia from one side.
The other small nations also launched attacks with all their strength, no longer choosing to defend, shrouding Huaxia beneath a looming crisis. It was clear they could no longer hold back the invasion, for Huaxia had to face twenty-one nations.
Within an elegant ancient room of the Clans, an incomparably beautiful woman knelt on the floor. She was tall and slender, with skin white as snow and a pair of ample breasts. Every part of her could be called perfect, and she exuded the air of a compassionate mother.
She was Nü Lü, a descendant of Nuwa and the top-ranked ancient beauty.
"Elder! Please grant my request." Nü Lü knelt there, her expression earnest and resolute.
An elderly woman above sighed. "Must you really do this? Since childhood, you have been together with your Brother Xuanyuan. You always said you would marry him. In the eyes of us old people, the two of you were already a couple. Do you truly wish to end everything and willingly marry another man?"
Nü Lü nodded seriously. She had already made her decision.
The elderly woman above could not help but urge her again, "You must understand that he is no good man. Not only is he cruel, he is exceedingly violent, and he is also terribly greedy for beauty. He already has quite a few women by his side, and there may be even more in the future. You are jumping into a pit of fire, do you understand?"
Nü Lü still nodded firmly. "Elder, I have already prepared