"Such lowly humans, aren't there too many of them?"
One after another, many strong beings from foreign races appeared.
Then, a foreign race that seemed to be forged entirely from molten iron, with a terrible form, gazed around at the numerous but weakest humans, making a clanging, piercing sound.
"Hmm, let's just clean them up directly!"
The powerful figure from the Palm Demon Clan waved enormous hands, filled with evil qi, apparently preparing to wipe out the hundreds of humans present.
"This..."
"Damn it!"
"This is the relic of our Human Race, and yet they want to sweep us away and not let us approach?!"
"This is outrageous!"
Hearing the undisguised indifference in the dialogue of the foreign races, everyone turned pale, anger filling their expressions, unwilling to resign and almost eager to battle them.
However, some people, naturally timid, did not harbor thoughts of perishing together with the foreign race, feeling regret for joining this scene.
