Deep in his heart, he had always firmly believed that they would find a way to fight the darkness.
He believed that no matter how great a price they paid, they would turn the tables.
In the Primordial World.
Flame Emperor Shennong looked around him in anguish.
Warriors of the Human Race charged forward, one after another.
They did not fear death. All they wanted was to kill a single dark soldier.
"Which round of conscription is this for the Human Race?"
His expression was grave as he looked at Human Emperor Xuanyuan beside him.
"The fifth already. The number of Golden Immortals conscripted has reached a hundred thousand."
"To defend the Primordial World, our Human Race cannot shirk its duty."
To fight these dark soldiers who resurrected endlessly.
Human Emperor Xuanyuan had volunteered to bring the Human Race in as reinforcements.
He had also brought the Investiture of the Gods List that Wang Shi had left him.
Indeed, before leaving, Wang Shi had given Human Emperor Xuanyuan specific instructions.
After their departure, the Primordial World would likely suffer a tremendous setback.
These dark monsters would not let them off easily. They would surely gather again and slaughter as many lives in the Primordial World as possible.
To deal with this crisis, Wang Shi had also provided a countermeasure.
He would place the true spirits of members of the Human Race on the Investiture of the Gods List.
They would become the rightful Consecrated Gods of the Primordial World.
As long as their true spirits remained intact, these rightful gods would never die.
They would become the final force resisting the darkness.
But getting onto the Investiture of the Gods List was not so easy.
They had to die fighting for the Primordial World. Only those with the spirit