Someone shed tears.
They only wanted a small piece of land to survive, yet it could not be achieved.
There were also beings roaring in anger, longing to rush forward and fight, to vent their full fury.
They had endured countless hardships to reach this place, solely to seek a peaceful abode.
Grateful for the blessings, they had lived here for hundreds of thousands of years, with cultivation resources and environments even surpassing their original homeland.
They had long regarded this land as a Pure Land, a home.
Now, with their home destroyed, how can they not be angry?
Even if you are the strongest, so what?
Blood not yet dry, spirit not yet ceased!
The road is paved with bones, and they also wish to carve out a path.
Kill!
A True Immortal rushed out, knowing full well it was impossible, yet still made a move to buy time for their clansmen to retreat.
So tragic and heroic.
"There's no escape..."
