They remembered those figures who were fearless of death.
In the scene.
Taoist Baishan was holding back the black giant, occasionally channeling starlight to protect the other living beings of the Martial Realm; otherwise, the staggering difference in numbers would lead to far more casualties for the Martial Realm's beings.
They could have waited for another wave of support, but the Black Demon Sect's vanguard had already set their sights on the archipelago a thousand miles away. If left unchecked, it would mean the fall of billions of living beings.
So, they had no choice but to confront the enemy.
"Kill!"
"These bastards are only from a more advanced world at birth. If they were in the Martial Realm, they'd surely be no match for me!"
The beings at these stronghold points kept perishing; they were already seeing red.
Yan Luo punched out, with a black dragon roaring, devouring the heavens and the earth. He laughed wildly at the sky:
