Facing the aggressive Divine Martial Sect, Pure Yang Palace had no power to resist.
"Pass down the order. Evacuate the sect."
Cao Ziheng spoke with difficulty. It was as though his spirit had been drained from him in an instant, leaving not the slightest glimmer in his eyes.
The Divine Martial Sect's words were not a threat. If a Dharma Body Realm expert made a move, Pure Yang Palace had only one path—annihilation.
For the sake of the sect's legacy, they could only yield.
This scene was playing out again and again across the lands of the Human Race. Upper Realm factions relied on their overwhelming strength to forcibly seize the territories of Lower Realm forces.
Most factions did not dare resist and could only give ground.
There were also some people with iron in their bones who refused to yield an inch. Yet their entire sects were exterminated, not even chickens or dogs left alive.
"The Upper Realm has gone too far. We cannot let them run rampant."
"Join forces and fight the people of the Upper Realm."
"The people of the Upper Realm are insatiably greedy. They will only push for more once given an inch. We must not retreat."
"..."
The Lower Realm factions were filled with righteous indignation and wanted to unite against the Upper Realm, but few answered the call.
Without great powers such as the Prison Tiger Bureau stepping forward, it was nothing but a fool's dream for the other factions to resist the people of the Upper Realm.
Ten-Thousand Forges Mountain, once the Human Race's sacred land of artifact forging, was now being attacked by the Profound Nether Palace.
Elder Du of the Profound Nether Palace swept his cold gaze over the people of Ten-Thousand Forges Mountain and sternly declared, "From this moment