Bang!
Boom!
Clang!
The Otherworldly Races' offensive surged like a tide. The Human Race had reached its limit and was about to burn through its last drop of oil.
"We can't hold them back anymore."
The great formation was riddled with holes, and the Divine Tower's radiance had dimmed.
Supreme Elder Zhou and the others were covered in wounds, their faces pale as snow, their auras rising and falling unsteadily.
After fighting to the death for so long, they had reached the end of the road, powerless to turn the tide.
"We cannot retreat. The moment we retreat, Great Li will fall."
Even though the die had been cast, they could only fight with their backs to the river.
Great Yan had already fallen. If Great Li fell as well, the Human Race would lose two of its seven great dynasties—a loss the Human Race could not bear.
"The outcome has already been decided. Why haven't you surrendered without a fight?"
Li Tian Old Devil and the others surrounded Supreme Elder Zhou's group, glaring at them like tigers eyeing prey, convinced that victory was in their grasp.
Living experts were always more valuable than dead ones. They wanted to capture them alive.
"Everyone, today may well be our end."
With the shadow of death looming over him, Supreme Elder Zhou remained calm.
From the moment he joined the Prison Tiger Bureau, he had known that he would die one day. He had never feared death.
So long as he fought for the Human Race and died a worthy death, he would have no regrets even in death.
"A true man born between heaven and earth—how could he cling to life and fear death?"
Qin Tianfang and the others showed no fear. They circulated what little power remained within them,