Though they had glimpsed a fragment of the future and foreseen their defeat, though they had seen their own deaths, they would not yield, fear, or retreat.
They would fight. They had to fight!
Their homeland lay behind them. How could they retreat? How could they?
They were born here, raised here, and attained the Dao here.
Across ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, beacon fires raged. Blood and flame filled the sky, painting a desolate scroll.
The Foreign Realm's iron hooves trampled everything. Their people bled, their mountains and rivers shattered like catkins scattered by the wind. They could not endure it. They would not.
They could only stain the blue heavens with blood and hold the enemy back one step.
One person could hold them back one step, ten people ten steps. Ten thousand upon ten thousand could keep the enemy beyond their gates!
"We have little time left," Wuzhong Immortal King sighed.
Soon, an army from the Foreign Realm, led by several Undying Kings, would descend and slaughter every Immortal Ancient Era cultivator in the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest.
It was one of the bloodiest battles of the Immortal Ancient Era's final war.
Several Immortal Kings would clash. Wuzhong and the Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King would suffer grievous wounds. The Supremes and Heavenly Prodigies of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands would also be wiped out on this battlefield.
Meng Chuan drew his gaze away from the taciturn Six Paths of Reincarnation Immortal King and looked at Wuzhong Immortal King.
He suddenly noticed a strange glint flash through Wuzhong Immortal King's eyes, as though the king were surprised by him.
Meng Chuan paid it no mind. He had already formed some guesses about it, and it was nothing serious.
The Immortal Ancient Era