To the myriad races, Qian Er's movements were now a blur, only catching glimpses of a golden afterimage that vanished in an instant.
Only in their final moments did they feel a chilling sensation on their throats.
By the time they tried to clutch their necks, it was too late; blood gushed down, and they soon collapsed, adding to the growing pile of corpses.
The mountain of bodies beneath his feet was a shocking sight, enough to elevate the name "Qian Er" to even greater heights of terror in the minds of the myriad races!
The battle raged fiercely, but it was entirely one-sided, with the humans dominating. No attack had yet breached the golden light surrounding Qian Er!
Attempting to overwhelm Qian Er with sheer numbers was an impossible task!
Qian Er was like a god of slaughter descended upon the world. Before the previous bloodstains could dry, he was already drenched in fresh blood, his entire being soaked as if he had been immersed in a blood pool, and his fist blades were stained with an indelible crimson hue.
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The fist blades, having drunk their fill of blood for years, no longer showed their original color; blood had long since seeped in, giving the entire blade a bloody scent.
Yu Feiyi's team evidently held out longer, fighting alongside Qian Er for a full day and two nights, only beginning to falter and gradually retreat on the dawn of the third day.
Indeed, the battle had raged for two days and two nights, yet Qian Er and his pets showed no signs of weakness, remaining steadfast on the battlefield!
The first rays of dawn seemed to favor Qian Er, illuminating his blood-splattered face, the reflection of blood appearing somewhat dazzling.
The morning, which should have been tranquil, was still filled with murderous intent, as the myriad races continued to pour in.
It wasn't just the humans who sought to end it all in one battle; the myriad races also wanted to completely obliterate the legend of Qian Er in this battle!
After all, Qian Er had become an indelible scar in their hearts, a blood feud that demanded retribution!
Even if some races didn't want to participate, those with a modicum of sense knew that this could be the last chance for the myriad races.
The arrow was on the string, and they had no choice but to fire.
If they didn't seize this opportunity to completely bring Qian Er down, then the lives sacrificed in this battle would have been in vain. If Qian Er was given another chance to rest, the gap between the myriad races and the human race would only continue to widen!
As time passed, the sunk costs for the myriad races grew larger and larger, making it increasingly difficult for them to withdraw.
If they withdrew, everything they had done before would be for naught!
Even many races who had initially resolved to stay away from the battlefield, or had just been scared away by Qian Er, returned after a period of adjustment.
They kept telling themselves that Qian Er was finished, that this time he was definitely finished!
Just like the True King teams led by Shen Yifei and Yu Feiyi, no matter how indestructible they seemed at first, there would always be a time when they couldn't hold on any longer, and Qian Er would be no different!
In the end, they even convinced themselves of their own words.
They unanimously believed that Qian Er would only last a little longer than those human True Kings, but he would eventually be defeated!
After Yu Feiyi left, Shen Yifei and the others returned, and after a period of rest, they once again formed an iron bucket to counter the onslaught of the myriad races.
Compared to the defensive focus of Yu Feiyi's team, Wu Hou Shen Yifei was even more aggressive, launching various attacks as soon as he entered the battlefield, extremely proactive.
The human True Kings had already rotated shifts once, but Qian Er and his pets still hadn't shown any signs of weakness.
This environment, which was stressful for the True Kings, was simply paradise for Qian Er.
No pressure, only slaughter.
The Bloodflame Asura and the Frost Radiance Bone Dragon, needless to say, were now not even considered opponents by the myriad races; it was just a game to them.
Darkness-type creatures were naturally skilled at sustaining themselves through battle, especially when there was a significant difference in strength, allowing them to seize opportunities to devour the surrounding combat power without any pressure.
If the strengths were evenly matched, they would have to risk being attacked by another opponent to absorb the power of one.
Even Little Six, the Curse Shadow Wraith, was able to evade all attacks from the myriad races with its speed, unscrupulously using its unique soul-devouring method to maintain its peak power.
The only one who couldn't treat the battlefield as a buffet was Qian Er, but he didn't need to, because the Holy Light of Protection always shielded him very closely.
As Qian Er slaughtered, he couldn't help but feel delighted, because he sensed familiar auras.
His old acquaintances, the former Eight-Race Alliance, those cowardly victor races who had fled with their tails between their legs, had returned to the battlefield.
After killing the Ice King last time, Qian Er had wiped out the foundations of the participating victor races, causing them to be well-behaved for quite some time.
It seemed that these guys still couldn't let go of their hatred for Qian Er, and dared to come back. Without even thinking about it, one could guess what they were planning.
They simply wanted to observe from the rear and add fuel to the fire when he showed signs of weakness.
Unfortunately, Qian Er wouldn't give them this opportunity. Amidst the encirclement of the myriad races, he suddenly moved at extreme speed, and wherever he went, the myriad races were sent flying one after another before they could react.
"Everyone, be careful, don't let him escape, he's about to collapse!"
Someone, a true talent, shouted this out, and surprisingly, some people actually believed it, causing the myriad races to be overjoyed.
They had fought for so long, and so many compatriots had died, all for this moment, right?!
Sure enough, Qian Er was not invincible!
"Keep going! The dawn of victory is at hand!"
Qian Er remained silent, only running faster. The surrounding attacks became even more fierce, striking his body and colliding with the golden light, igniting bursts of sparks.
Qian Er endured countless attacks, his body not even swaying, and he ran straight towards the Soul Devourer's direction at the rear of the myriad races.
In the blink of an eye, he had already grabbed the Sequence Ten of the Soul Devourers.
The reason it was Sequence Ten was because all those above ten had been killed by Qian Er, and the current Sequence Ten had a status in the race equivalent to that of Sequence One back then.
After all, Qian Er had only deliberately singled out the foundations to kill, as for how many who had not reached the level of foundation had died at his hands, he himself couldn't count.
"Long time no see."
Qian Er smiled and threw a punch, creating a violent storm as it collided with the carapace.
The carapace of Sequence Ten instantly shattered, pieces falling to the ground, and its back appeared fragmented and tattered.
