"Four have died, it's impossible to confront him!"
Only Starflame and Starmist, two of the six great ancestors, remained.
In their horror, their livers and guts felt like splitting apart, the mere presence of that man was like an insurmountable mountain; in front of him, they could only suffer the most ruthless crushing.
"Run, run, run, forget about the Clan's foundations!"
The foundation was important, but life was more important. Had they known this would be the result, they would never have resisted to the death, but would have chosen to leave and give up immediately.
"The ancestors are running, let's run too!"
Morale completely collapsed, like a landslide in defeat; in an instant, everyone scattered like mad.
"Let's see who dares to run; whoever runs, I kill!"
The War God shouted with the boundless strength of national fortune.
This is the might of a nation!
Hearing his shout, those who were fleeing stayed rooted in fear.
