And so, Mu Bai personally led fewer than two million human cultivators in a hard-fought battle against more than ten million troops of the Evil Demon Army in the western Northern Plains. Though he could not win within a day, no one could accuse him of shirking battle and squandering a military opportunity.
The Venerable Domain Battlefield presented an entirely different scene. Although Zuo Lin and Zhong Yue had rushed to reinforce them with more than two hundred thousand cultivators from the Ice Forest Sect, before the formidable elite forces of the Venerable Domain Sacred Land, those two hundred thousand low-level cultivators did not amount to even a firefly's glow.
Rao Lin took to the field himself, and the opponent he encountered in this battle was Qian Fengming. What sort of man was Qian Fengming? Although his cultivation and combat strength were not yet the greatest in the Origin Realm, he had refused to allow himself to lose ever since his youth. Though he had lost to his eldest brother in the contest to inherit the position of Sacred Lord, he had still obtained the position of Qian Yuan Sub-Saint. He did not even think much of Lu Changlin, let alone Rao Lin, who had yet to become a Perfection Supreme.
In this battle, Qian Fengming sang over his wine, fighting as he sang as though on a drunken rampage, yet he kept Rao Lin firmly trapped. Faced with such a man, Rao Lin could only wish he had tears to shed. In particular, as he watched the Human Race Coalition Army die wretchedly in droves beneath the slaughter of the Sacred Land's elites, urgency filled his heart and his fury aggravated his injuries. His attacks gradually lost the Human Emperor's supreme bearing, and he suffered wounds again and again.