God-Demon Realm.
The world was becoming increasingly dark.
Xue Ningsi stood on the city wall, her face seemed frozen, her eyes cold as an icy cavern, her voice devoid of emotion: "Sister, you were right, it's just as well he's left. Matters of the God Race should be resolved by us ourselves. You all said he could become a Peak-level expert, but someone who flees in the face of battle is destined to be nothing more than a failure."
The Great Elder Wu Rong looked ashamed: "I misjudged him. I originally thought he was someone with a sense of responsibility, but he turned out to be nothing but a coward."
Lan Yun steadied her mind and said, "Prepare to confront the Demon Race! Even if we die, we must make them pay the price."
Xue Ningsi and Wu Rong nodded, casting aside distractions from their minds, focusing their gaze below the city walls.
The number of Demon Race individuals was about the same as the God Race, and they had all gathered outside the gates of the Ancient City.
