The great forces of humanity all felt their scalps go numb at the sight.
There were simply too many—far more terrifying in number than what they had initially seen.
Zhao Sikong was inwardly startled as well. The number truly far exceeded his estimates, but he quickly gritted his teeth. "Do not panic, everyone. Follow me and fight our way out."
At this point, he could only force himself to charge out.
The various human forces below all sighed and lamented. There were so many Underworld soldiers before them. You, Zhao Sikong, might not be afraid, but they were.
If you wanted to court death yourself, do not drag us down with you.
Zhao Sikong was extremely anxious as well. He had originally thought that once he charged out, the alien races below would also rise with blood and courage and follow him out to fight.
Yet who could have imagined that not only did those alien races have no such intention, they even looked at them as though they were idiots? Zhao Sikong's heart went completely cold.
Without the help of the other alien races, even if all the human forces were added together, they would still seem particularly insignificant before so many Underworld people.
He himself was one thing. As a Dao Venerable expert, though he would naturally struggle against so many alien races, he could still survive for some time.
But the others were another matter.
Hua Wanru had only recently entered the Enlightenment Stage. Her strength was even inferior to those Dao Kings and Dao Lords. Only by relying on the treasures she had obtained by chance could she barely keep herself from dying for the moment on this battlefield.
But as time dragged on, even the other Enlightenment Stage experts would find it difficult to hold