Chapter 255

Boom!!

Twelve brilliant beams slashed through the sky, illuminating heaven and earth, as if casting light upon past and future, to tell ancestral spirits they had not disgraced their glory, and to make all future beings of this world know.

Humanity is not weak!!

March forward bravely, unafraid even when enemies outnumber them—a dozen sages charged toward twenty-three divine demons, speaking little, letting their actions speak for all.

Countless millions leapt from the city walls, following the sages into battle.

They burned their blood, their spirits, their souls—without reservation, exhausting every last ounce, charging into the fray, only to kill one more enemy.

This scene shook past and present.

Even the long river of time was moved.

Even heaven itself wept tears of emotion.

Across human lands, old and young, male and female, all surged forward to fight—even those still weak, yet ten thousand, a hundred thousand, millions united as one, their momentum vast, converging into a magnificent torrent that shook even divine demons.

Roars, clangs, collisions—woven together into a mournful and stirring battle hymn, heralding an epic grand movement destined to leave a bold mark upon the annals of history.

Fight!

Live out glory with your life, embody ultimate brilliance—it flows in our blood.

Carrying the immortal will of our ancestors, treading the path they forged for our race to grow strong, advancing with passion, singing high songs, swinging war spears and iron swords, wielding the dignity of humanity, fighting with the spirit of humanity.

Prove to the ten thousand races the greatness of our ancestors—sacrificing themselves to make the ten thousand races tremble.

Divine light surged, blood bloomed like flowers.

This barren land became a meat grinder, a graveyard harvesting lives—within moments of clash, carnage erupted, rivers of blood flowed, corpses floated on the tide.

Too many.

The five races, allied with other races under their command, not only outnumbered the divine demons in top-tier strength, but also in troop numbers.

It was foreseeable that the balance of this great war tilted toward the five races.

Yet even as victory leaned toward the five races, humanity acted as if unaware—fearless, relentless, charging forward in waves.

Some screamed in madness.

"For Human City!!!!"

They roared toward the five races' champions, drenched in blood and wounds, their cries shaking the mortal world—no one remained unmoved, not even the enemy.

Many exploded amid enemy ranks, shattering like fireworks, blood splattering the heavens.

"Father!!"

"No! Grandfather!"

"No! My son!!"

Everywhere, heart-wrenching screams, mad howls, wails echoed across heaven and earth—grief so profound, the sky wept blood rain.

Utterly mad!

This was no longer battle—it was not for victory, but for mutual annihilation.

They had no intention of surviving; they knew their numbers were hopelessly outmatched, so they used this method to close the gap, to tip the scales of victory—for they knew this war meant extinction; if they lost, their race's future would end, time itself halting here.

Die—it doesn't matter, as long as we leave a spark for future generations, it's all worth it.

Suddenly!

Before anyone could react, a thunderous roar shook the stars and echoed through the cosmos from the highest heavens.

"Old Sage Zhang!!"

People's eyes burst with rage, howling in grief—even when their hands were severed, their legs chopped off, they never cried out, yet now tears fell helplessly, streaming down their faces.

He was Old Sage Zhang of the Twelve Sages, who had guarded Human City for three thousand one hundred and twenty-eight years—his entire life, he had never sought anything for himself, only given everything for Human City, for the strength of his race—and now he gave again.

This time, it was his final offering: his life.

People wept, wailing in anguish.

Just moments ago, they had seen Old Sage Zhang wounded by two divine demons, his white hair soaked in blood, deeply burdened—he did not seek aid from other sages; in that moment, his ever-kind face twisted into madness.

He charged recklessly at the enemy, embracing both divine demons, enduring their relentless bombardment without ever letting go.

Amid a brilliant divine flame, Old Sage Zhang dragged the two divine demons into death, laughing wildly as he fell.

"Old comrades, I've gone ahead and killed them for you."

Soul-shaking.

At that moment, even divine kings and divine demons paled.

The stronger one is, the more one treasures life, avoiding any act endangering it—especially now—but this race showed no such fear, as if they had no concept of clinging to life or fearing death.

Blood stained the earth!

Old Sage Zhang's death did not instill fear—it ignited the latent bloodlust and madness within every heart; more and more chose to die alongside their enemies.

Lethal, piercing blood-fire blossomed across sky and land—beautiful yet chilling, freezing the hearts of all living beings.

"Madmen!"

"This race is all madmen!"

Beings of all races trembled in dread—never had they imagined beauty could be so terrifying.

Yes, it was beautiful.

These blooming blood-fire blossoms were exquisite—and utterly horrific. Each crimson fire bloomed, and a host of lives perished, exploding into blood and flesh; as far as the eye could see, the ground was littered with severed limbs and bleached bones.

Facing humanity's madness,

The five races and all allied races were shadowed by psychological dread—even the divine demons.

"Forgive me—the rest is yours." With those words, the oldest of the Twelve Sages charged toward an enemy divine demon, embracing him: "Old Zhang, I'm coming to join you before the ancestors!"

If a non-divine-demon warrior sacrificed himself to kill an enemy, divine demons did not fear it—such damage could not shake them. But if a divine demon sacrificed himself? That was different—his self-destruction could kill or grievously wound even his own kind.

First Old Sage Zhang, now another sage detonated himself—between them, they took three divine demons and grievously wounded one more. And the other sages' eyes now glowed with the same terrifying resolve—clearly, they, too, meant to die.

Even the gods and demons felt a chill run down their spines.

"Are you truly not afraid of death? I admit your race has grown to a level that makes us wary, but no matter how fiercely you resist today, it is all in vain—you cannot win."

The Divine King of the Horned Ghost Race spoke, clearly shaken by the sages' willingness to risk their lives, wanting to provoke the sages with words and win this battle in the safest way possible:

"As long as you are willing to submit or take your own lives, I can let a portion of your race survive, continuing your race's bloodline so it does not perish."

Although his words carried a threat, they were an undeniable fact.

Whether in numbers or in combat power, the two sides were vastly disparate. Even though they were risking their lives like this, moving even the gods and demons, the advantage of victory still lay with the Five Great Races. At most, the manner of victory would not be as favorable as imagined, and they would pay a far greater price than anticipated.

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