His words carried a hint of self-reproach and urgency.
Yet, the burning determination and loyalty in his eyes could not be concealed.
The air around them grew even more tense with his arrival.
An incredulous glint flashed in the eyes of the powerful figures from Myriad Races.
They seemed to have never expected that there would be such a brave general among the Human Race.
Zhao Zilong, courtesy name Zilong, was a native of Zhending, Changshan.
He wielded a long spear with unparalleled skill, earning him the nickname "Ever-Victorious General."
He was clad in Silver Armor, which gleamed in the sunlight, like a war god descending to earth.
Facing the enemy lines, he showed no fear whatsoever.
Instead, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
It was a yearning for victory, and also a contemptuous mockery of the enemy.
"Kill!"
At a single command, a million White Horse Volunteers like a flood bursting its banks.
They charged into the enemy lines with unstoppable momentum.
Their horses' hooves thundered, mingling with the roar of war drums.
This formed a stirring battle song.
Zhao Zilong led from the front, his spear flashing as he charged forward.
A cold light shone brightly, and wherever it passed,
Enemies fell one after another; none could withstand his might.
Seeing this, the powerful figures from Myriad Races unleashed their magical treasures.
They attempted to halt this unstoppable offensive.
However, faced with Zhao Zilong's extraordinary spear skills,
All divine artifacts seemed pale and powerless.
His marksmanship was not only lightning fast
It also contains infinite changes and power.
Each thrust precisely targets the enemy's weakness, delivering a fatal blow.
On the battlefield, blood splattered and cries of agony filled the air.
Zhao Zilong and his White Horse Volunteers like the scythe of God of Death.
They ruthlessly reaped the lives of their enemies.
Their bravery and fearlessness inspired every Human Race warrior.
This created a tragic atmosphere of facing death without fear throughout the entire battlefield.
Just as the battle reached its climax,
A crack suddenly appeared in the sky.
An ancient and mysterious aura permeated the air.
Everyone looked up and saw a golden light shooting out from the crack.
He transformed into a war god clad in Golden Armor and wielding a giant sword.
He was imposing and his gaze was piercing, as if he could see through everything in the world.
"I am the ancestor of Human Race, and I have come to lend you a helping hand!"
The God of War's voice resounded through the heavens, making everyone's eardrums ache.
He wielded his greatsword, and with a single strike, the sky and earth trembled.
Even the strongest among the Myriad Races were reduced to ashes by this power.
Seeing this, Zhao Zilong and the others were greatly encouraged.
They charged into battle even more fiercely.
With the help of their Human Race ancestors, they gradually turned the tide of the war.
This forced the powerful warriors of Myriad Races to retreat in defeat.
A world-shaking battle shook the entire Divine Realm.
"I am Ye Changge of the Human Race. The Innate Secret Realm is closed, and I have returned."
A calm voice, yet it resounded through the heavens.
Then, his voice was low and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
" The Divine Realm is the backyard of my Human Race; you Myriad Races..."
Even pigs and dogs dared to attempt to kill their master. Three days later...
Wherever the Human Race army passes, Myriad Races will perish.
The chilling voice, brimming with murderous intent, echoed in all directions.
"Kill"
"Kill"
The group, who had just emerged from the secret realm, immediately joined the battle.
Shoot shoo shoo
Shoot shoo shoo
As the voice faded, countless powerful figures rushed towards the Innate Secret Realm.
Meanwhile, a man dressed in a golden battle robe.
And finally, its true form appeared.
His God Venerable aura overwhelmed heaven and earth.
The giant sword in his hand radiated endless golden light, making him appear like a god of war on the move.
"I am Li Xin, the Greatsword Master, once the Human Race War God. I pay my respects to my lord."
Upon hearing this, everyone knew that Li Xin had accepted Ye Changge.
Ye Changge looked at Li Xin and saw that he was a man in Golden Armor.
He stood opposite, clad in armor that shimmered with golden light.
It was like an inviolable deity.
Sunlight shone on his armor, reflecting a dazzling light.
It made everything around it pale in comparison.
His eyes were deep and resolute.
It's as if they can see the essence of everything in the world.
His hands gripped a greatsword tightly, its blade gleaming coldly.
It exuded a sharp and fierce aura.
He stood there, like a majestic mountain peak.
It gives people a sense of being unshakeable.
The surrounding soldiers were all watching him silently.
His eyes were filled with awe and reverence.
They knew that this Golden Armor man was someone they couldn't afford to offend.
As long as he was there, they were fearless and forged ahead.
Ye Changge's words just now have already declared the stance of the Human Race, which may lead them to become enemies of the entire Divine Realm.
The situation is very bad.
So he didn't have any hidden agendas.
"Good thing the God of War has arrived. You can lead these little brats for now."
"From here, fight your way to the Sea of Death, and rendezvous with the main Human Race force."
"Yes, my lord."
Li Xin, the God of War of the Human Race's resistance army for 100,000 years, was unfortunately suppressed by the Human Race in Taiyuan, resulting in his overall combat strength being weak.
In the end, the rebel army was defeated in the Divine Realm and was almost completely slaughtered, except for Li Xin, who survived the massacre.
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
" Human Race brats, do you even deserve to fight your way back to the Sea of Death?"
"That's right, Human Race, die!"
The moment he finished speaking...
Hundreds of God Emperor made their appearance.
After sensing Ye Changge and his group, the powerful figures from Myriad Races rushed over with all their might.
"How dare you bark so arrogantly in front of my master! Let Benny teach you a lesson!"
As he spoke, the same oppressive aura of a God Venerable descended upon him.
Those God Emperor, upon arrival, were instantly shattered by this oppressive force; their divine souls did not even escape.
Then, they saw a Seven-Colored nun appear.
His eyes were clear, his aura was imposing, and he was incredibly terrifying.
"Kill"
She didn't wait for anyone to make a move; she struck first.
A gigantic, Wushuang hand descended, blotting out the sky and the sun.
"You're just a mere Peak of the Early God Venerable Stage, you're courting death."
" Human Race, die!"
" Human Race, ah, ahhhhh!"
In an instant, dozens of God Venerable surrounded and attacked.
The one who made the move was none other than Lingyu.
Having experienced so much, she now felt that only killing could soothe the murderous intent in her heart towards Myriad Races.
She was like a fairy who had stepped out of an ancient painting.
Surrounded by dazzling Seven-Colored power,
Each ray of light contains endless mystery and compassion.
White Robe, as white as snow, she moved with a light and graceful air, as if even the gentle breeze paused in her presence.
I did not wish to disturb this otherworldly tranquility.
Her eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see through everything in the world.
It also seems to contain the vastness of the stars and the sea, inspiring awe in people.
A single cinnabar dot on his forehead added a touch of mystery and solemnity.
It seems to be the purest imprint in the world.
As she gently raised her hand, the Seven-Colored divine power seemed to come alive.
Weaving into magnificent patterns in the air,
It is both a hymn to the beauty of the world and a protection for all living things.
With each step she took, it seemed as if a faint chanting of Buddhist hymns lingered in the air.
It purifies the soul, allowing one to forget worldly troubles and worries.
In this space gently embraced by the power of the Seven-Colored gods
She is like a lighthouse guiding lost travelers home.
With her wisdom and compassion, she illuminates every heart that yearns for light and redemption.
However, at this moment, she was like Seven-Colored killing god.
Wherever it went, the God Venerable were splattered with blood.
"Who says women are inferior to men? Kill them!"
kill
kill
The White Horse Volunteers witnessing this scene.
They all attacked, slaughtering the other Myriad Races.