Everyone spoke in unison, roaring at the clouds and the sky, shaking heaven and earth. The murderous thoughts in people's hearts erupted like a volcano. One person's killing intent is nothing, but when a crowd harbors the same murderous intent simultaneously, it becomes as vast as the sea, causing the earth to tremble, and ghosts to wail.
The Demon Clan on the other side was also incited to slaughter, having been raised amidst it since childhood. When it comes to slaughter, they are stronger than ordinary human clans.
Situ Guangyao nodded: "Very well, you are a human. Let's head to the battlefield next."
All the forces large and small on the Wushen continent were integrated by the people of the Wushen Temple, forming a united front to avoid being scattered and weakened.
The human and demon armies advanced like giant waves, ready to destroy everything in their path.
