"Sharpen my battle sword, charge towards the nine heavens. Ignite my boiling blood, never turn back!"
The warriors of the Qingtian Realm roared their battle songs, their blades glinting with chilling light.
A terrifying fighting spirit swept in all directions.
Countless warriors charged fearlessly towards the seemingly endless death warriors, akin to a celestial curtain. Terrifying war flames erupted instantly between both sides.
Nantian Wen wielded a long spear, its sound echoed through the skies, the spear shadows danced like a dragon in his hands: "Scum of the Death Shrine, go back to the Realm of Eternal Life!"
"Today's Qingtian Realm is not what it was ten thousand years ago. Since you have left, do not dream of setting foot in the Qingtian Realm again!"
"Perish!"
One after another, the strong roared.
Charging towards the death warriors from the Death Shrine before them.
They knew...
The true strong of the Death Shrine were not these death warriors.
However...
