The Blood Race war god appeared, and the Human Race's morale collapsed while the Blood Race's momentum soared like a rainbow.
As one side waned and the other waxed, the Human Race had already fallen into a disadvantage.
Zhang Chiyuan and the others felt heavy-hearted, unable to conceal the worry and terror on their faces.
They knew this battle boded ill rather than well, and they might very well perish here.
"I'll deal with him."
Li Xuancang's calm voice rang out, exploding beside everyone's ears and drawing the panicked crowd's attention.
"Marquis Wu'an, Xue Tu broke through to the Mid-Stage Dharma Body Realm many years ago. You are no match for him. We will stay and fight to the death—you seize the chance to leave."
Seeing that Li Xuancang intended to fight Xue Tu, Zhang Chiyuan's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly tried to stop him.
Li Xuancang was the Human Race's peerless prodigy and its strongest man. He absolutely could not die on the battlefield.
As long as Li Xuancang lived, the Human Race still had hope.
With Li Xuancang's terrifying talent, breaking through to the Mid-Stage Dharma Body Realm would be no difficult matter.
When that time came, he would be able to hold up a heaven and earth for the Human Race. His safety was of utmost importance.
"Marquis Wu'an, while green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood."
"My lord, we'll cover you. Leave at once."
"My lord, the Human Race's safety rests on you alone. You must not act rashly."
"..."
Shangguan Ding and the others also spoke up to persuade him.
The Human Race loved infighting, but when facing the Otherworldly Races, they could still unite as one from top to bottom.
They all understood Li Xuancang's importance. They immediately made their