The True Kings who were fighting turned their heads in surprise and saw that all the True Kings of Yan Country had been mobilized!
Yu Feiyi and Shen Yifei had originally led two small teams, and had left some True Kings to guard Yan Country, but at this moment, all these True Kings had gathered together!
"What's the situation?"
"The higher-ups said to launch a general offensive!"
The environment on the battlefield was very noisy, and everyone didn't say too much, and joined the battle one after another.
On the other side, some True Kings from other countries also arrived on the battlefield intermittently.
Obviously, everyone knew very well that because Yan Country and Qian Er were now determined to accomplish everything in one battle, the Dark Element True Kings were likely to have their last full meal.
It was very likely that after this time, the whole world would not be able to find so many alien races to kill.
Although many Dark Element True Kings had eaten a lot these past few days, they still held the idea of taking as much as they could and rejoined the battle.
Hurry up and eat, it's the last meal. After passing this village, you'll have to worry about it again when the supplies are used up!
Looking at the Human Race True Kings who were constantly rushing over, the Myriad Races obviously didn't understand the reason, after all, they only regarded the Human Race as enemies now.
And the Human Race had already regarded them as food.
At this moment, the war also entered its most intense state, with almost all of Yan Country's True Kings, in addition to Qian Er's team!
As for the other countries, Qian Er wasn't too familiar with them and couldn't be sure if they had come out in full force, but judging from the number of people, it was probably about the same.
These old guys were all greedier than the last. Seeing that he was about to overturn the table, they would definitely come to lick the bottom of the plate.
This metaphor may be a bit inelegant, but the supplies they could get, compared to what Qian Er got, were indeed just licking the bottom of the plate.
Qian Er snorted coldly and ignored these swarming True Kings, continuing his slaughter among the Myriad Races. Even the ground around him could no longer be seen in its original color.
What could be seen, within reach, was different shades of red, some already dry and solidified, and some still flowing.
Qian Er himself stood in a small pool woven from blood, looking like a demon, yet the golden light behind him was so sacred and dazzling.
The surrounding Myriad Races had long lost the courage to confront him head-on. In these seven days, they had tried all kinds of methods, including but not limited to using ranged skills to kite him, using low-level physical skills to lock Qian Er's limbs, and even trying vicious moves like attacking his lower body.
Unfortunately, none of them had any effect on Qian Er, but instead accelerated Qian Er's pace of slaughter.
The gazes of the surrounding Myriad Races towards Qian Er were extremely complex, with hatred, fear, and even envy and longing.
After all, that was Qian Er, the strongest Beast Master, Qian Er!
He hadn't closed his eyes for seven days and seven nights, and now he was still full of energy, chasing the surrounding Myriad Races and hacking them until they screamed.
On the other side, after the Human Race True Kings joined the battlefield, it didn't have too much impact on the actual battle situation, but it greatly overcame the psychological defenses of the Myriad Races.
Especially the Dark Element True Kings, who were the most enthusiastic, fighting as if they were rushing to eat, their eyes almost glowing green as they looked at the Myriad Races.
This kind of berserk state after being injected with chicken blood left the Myriad Races scratching their heads, but if they couldn't figure it out, they could soon find it on the ground.
"Over there, the Victorious Race!"
Qian Er's eyes flickered, and he instinctively looked over, and it was actually the Death Rat Race.
The next second, a Nine-Headed Death Rat broke out of the ground.
This Nine-Headed Death Rat was the one that the clan elders had placed high hopes on back then.
Now, the clan elders and lords had been killed by Qian Er, and he had become the new lord.
His eighteen eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at Qian Er.
"Qian Er, return my clan's lives!"
The Nine-Headed Death Rat roared, its voice like a sharp object scratching across a blackboard, making people feel uncomfortable all over when they heard it.
Many of the surrounding Myriad Races instantly had blood flowing from their ears, squatting on the ground in pain, dizzy and disoriented.
Qian Er stood on the spot, watching the rat, which was not particularly exaggerated in size, reached out his hand to him, beckoned his fingers, his face full of sarcastic smile.
This kind of provocation made the young Death Rat even more angry, recalling that his clan had been buried in the hands of that guy, and the former lords and elders, who had repeatedly compared Qian Er and himself.
The past was vivid in his mind, becoming a permanent pain in the heart of this Death Rat genius.
"Child, you remember, there are also gaps between geniuses."
"You will not be Qian Er's opponent."
Finally, in his memory, was the dejected smile of the elders of the entire clan.
"It's no good, we have tried our best, child, we cannot be accepted by Qian Er, we can only follow the Myriad Races to our deaths."
"Ah!"
The young Death Rat plunged into the ground, digging towards the position under Qian Er's feet.
Qian Er stood on the spot, not moving at all. Soon, the soil under his feet cracked, and a pair of sharp claws stretched out first.
The target of the sharp claws was extremely clear, they turned towards the position of Qian Er's heart, obviously wanting to directly dig out Qian Er's heart.
The Nine-Headed Death Rat was also a flesh and blood type, maybe he would even eat it on the spot.
But the next second, Qian Er's fist blade collided with the sharp claws.
The young Death Rat was instantly shaken back to the ground by the great force.
Qian Er looked at him with interest.
Although the huge force had pushed the young Death Rat back, it could be seen that the Death Rat's sharp claws were not damaged. He didn't expect the claws of the Death Rat clan to be so hard.
Thinking about it, it was also true. At least they could become a victorious race. How could they do it without some skills?
No matter how weak they were among the former victorious races, they were still ahead of the Myriad Races.
Qian Er's interested expression, falling into the eyes of the Death Rat Lord, was undoubtedly a kind of mockery.
That expression was like a child seeing his toy, making the young Death Rat even more angry!
Too much bullying!
Just as he was about to launch a new offensive, a hand picked up the young Death Rat.
"Please eat this."
After Qian Er finished speaking, he stuffed the sharp fist blade into one of the young Death Rat's mouths.
Then, he stirred it up.
The latter's mouth was instantly stirred into a mess.
Even if the Nine-Headed Death Rat had nine lives.
In front of Qian Er, it was just a matter of killing him eight more times.
Qian Er pulled out the fist blade, and the young Death Rat in his hand had already begun to struggle frantically!
Looking at Qian Er's cruel smile, he was afraid, he was really afraid.
He wanted to escape!
