Time flows, and the battlefield stirs.
At the top of a mountain shaped like a Waning Moon, the strongest Grand Marshal of the Nether Race stood with arms crossed, gazing at the battlefield ablaze with smoke in the distance. The frequent flashing of light and darkness on the battlefield surprised him.
He did not know how the Humans possessed such special Power, but it was strong, strong enough to directly suppress the Divine Race.
"Grand Marshal, what do you think of the strength of our Human Race?" Wu Geng stood beside him, a proud and confident smile on his face as he asked.
"Very strong, stronger than I imagined. It seems the fall of King of Shang didn't crush your will to resist, but instead further ignited it, driving you to fight even more valiantly."
