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With the death of the Northern Desert Sandworm King and the extraordinarily brutal battle at the Northern Border Defense Line of humanity, both the reviving supreme forces and the contemporary monstrous powers knew that the Era of Hegemony was now burning at full intensity.

After this war subsided, many humans holding immense power and commanding heavy troops within the already disintegrating Dragon Country began pledging allegiance to the Theological Alliance—some even proactively reaching out for acceptance, merely seeking to secure their position as rulers over others within the alliance.

For a time, the complex and multifaceted nature of humanity revealed itself with stark vividness.

Among the higher echelons of the Dragon Country and generals commanding great armies, apart from a scant few genuinely fighting for humanity, the overwhelming majority didn’t just defect to the Theological Alliance. They actively propagated the alleged crimes of Jiang Qingfeng and the Dragon Elder throughout the Dragon Country territory.

This made the Dragon Country humans, once regarded as the strongest faction standing atop the Peak of the world, suddenly appear like flustered clowns on a chaotic stage.

Amid the fall of the Dragon Country humans,

no one expected that despite the Wolf Pack Civilization orchestrating such an elaborate operation, they failed to claim even a shred of Dragon Country’s resources or territory. Instead, they suffered the death of the Northern Desert Sandworm King and severe injuries to top-tier generals like the Cold Cicada King and Maimed Ear.

This was unprecedented!

One must understand that ever since the Wolf Pack Civilization broke out beyond the Arctic, they had been virtually invincible, conquering and pillaging at every turn!

Whether sweeping across the Siberia Plains, hunting in Great Russia West, or venturing to Eternal Civilization to wage war against the Senro Tribe and Ice Crystal Tribe, they had been unstoppable in every battle!

Yet now, with the self-imposed seclusion of the Wolf Lord, the Wolf Pack Civilization seems precariously close to losing its place as an ultimate powerhouse.

On the contrary, the Theological Alliance has garnered tremendous momentum during this time, swallowing up the Northern Border Region and Western Border Region of the Dragon Country in one fell swoop, effectively capturing nearly half of its territory.

As for the South China Region, it has been utterly engulfed by the Sea of Evil Mandrake Flowers, while the Yangtze Delta and East China are occupied by the South America Alliance.

The three factions have divided the Dragon Country, feasting jubilantly atop the corpse of this once-mighty colossus.

Jiang Qingfeng, the spiritual leader of Dragon Country humans, after the Dragon Elder’s death, now leads tens of thousands of ace elite forces, safeguarding millions of Dragon Country’s remaining human seeds, striving desperately to escape to the Science Alliance.

Yet along the way, they’ve faced countless encirclements and blockades from all three factions!

Because none of them want to see a force harboring such relentless hatred for their eradication escape from this war engulfing the Dragon Country.

The elite squad under Jiang Qingfeng’s command consists of the most gifted and talented Tianjiaos in the entire Dragon Country, protecting the cream of the crop from every region,

and if they escape, who can say they won’t deal a fatal blow in the future?

This is why the Evil Mandrake has dispatched three avatars specifically to pursue Jiang Qingfeng, while the South America Alliance has deployed twenty million elites, along with the Giant Tortoise King—a monstrous being that has already reached the strongest apocalyptic-level and is just one step away from supremacy—to block their escape route.

The deity of the Theological Alliance, apart from sending over thirty True Gods to hunt Jiang Qingfeng, has also proclaimed across the world that anyone who delivers Jiang Qingfeng’s head will be granted the position of Right Protector within the alliance!

Understand this: The Theological Alliance has only two Protectors, each wielding supreme authority second only to the deity, empowered to command territories and troops, mobilize vast resources of the Alliance, holding a status even greater than the Wolf King in the Wolf Pack Civilization and the Monarch of the Senro Tribe!

Ever since the Godspeed Golden Eagle left the Theological Alliance, the position of Right Protector had remained vacant!

No one expected the Humanoid Shadow to suddenly bestow this exalted rank so readily.

This means that anyone who kills Jiang Qingfeng will immediately ascend to a position of nearly unrivaled influence within the alliance!

Thus, this decree stirred not only the fractured Dragon Country’s remaining power holders but likely also those within Jiang Qingfeng’s ranks themselves.

For a time, Jiang Qingfeng found himself unable to take even a single step unimpeded across the entirety of the Dragon Country.

"Kill! Whoever stands in my way will die!"

At this moment, having just relocated several hundred miles to arrive at the Yangtze River Basin, Jiang Qingfeng was once again blocked by a ruler of the Yangtze River Basin leading an army of over three million.

By now, Jiang Qingfeng had grown numb to the fratricidal slaughter that had occurred repeatedly over the past month!

His sole conviction was to lead his people, these human seeds, through a bloody path to escape the blood-soaked Dragon Country.

Covered head-to-toe in blood and filth, his once-bright and resolute eyes now brimmed only with unyielding gloom and murderous intent!

The longsword in his hand, forged from the Ancestral Secret Bone, had absorbed so much blood and become so deeply infused with the space-time rules that it emitted a faintly eerie glow.

The totem design on the blade, adorned with flower petals taken from the Evil Mandrake’s main body, appeared increasingly intricate and lifelike.

This indicated that given enough opportunities, enough Essence Blood, and enough Life Souls, the sword might one day transform into a Quasi-Transcendental Artifact!

But Jiang Qingfeng paid no mind to this possibility; his eyes were bloodshot with fury and despair!

Who could even fathom the horrors Jiang Qingfeng had lived through over this past month?

A bloody battle across the world!

Truly a bloody battle across the world!

Everywhere Jiang Qingfeng went, he encountered hostility—there were no more allies left for him!

Regret?

By this point, he was numb. Yet if given the chance to redo everything, Jiang Qingfeng would staunchly oppose the decision to abandon the Dragon Country’s alliance with the Wolf Pack.

Had it not been for the Main Battle Faction insisting on war against the Wolf Pack Civilization, how could this calamity have unfolded?

The worst part was that when the Dragon Country found itself besieged on all sides, the Main Battle Faction were among the first to betray the Dragon Country and submit to the Theological Alliance like lapdogs!

Jiang Qingfeng often wondered whether these Main Battle Faction members were spineless fools or whether the Theological Alliance had planted undercover agents within their ranks all along?

But no matter how much he pondered, it was meaningless now!

The Dragon Country was finished, and all that once defined it was but fleeting memories!

Humanity, rulers of Earth for tens of thousands of years, was now poised to completely exit the stage of contention in this world!

At this moment, Jiang Qingfeng cared for nothing more than the hope of salvaging humanity and fleeing this battlefield; he had no other aspirations.

Boom!

At this moment, only slaughter could propel him forward with bloody footprints.

With sword qi imbued with mighty space-time rules, he swept down waves upon waves of humans who dared block his path.

Even though these humans had joined the Theological Alliance and gained its fortune-enhancing blessings, they still could not withstand Jiang Qingfeng!

For having consumed the Source of Demonic Energy of the Supreme Sovereign, Jiang Qingfeng had reached half-step Supreme Sovereign Peak!

This massive alignment array of over three million individuals, lacking even elite-level strength, was utterly incapable of challenging his might!

Yet after enduring countless battles this past month, Jiang Qingfeng’s Source of Demonic Energy was nearly depleted!

Even so, he slaughtered to the point that the opposing ruler was trembling with fear, desperate for reinforcements from the Theological Alliance to arrive.

But within mere minutes, these hopes were shattered!

Jiang Qingfeng and his tens of thousands of elite forces wiped out over three million humans as if mowing down weeds, ending with the ruler begging for mercy in vain before Jiang Qingfeng, with an icy gaze of apathy and wrath, beheaded him with a single swing of his sword!

After slaughtering these three million comrades, Jiang Qingfeng’s forces of tens of thousands of elite soldiers were drenched in blood and tears.

Because none of them could see what lay beyond the coming battles.

Brother against brother, homeland in ruins—their former kin had either been reduced to livestock slaughtered by rival factions or stood as enemies before them.

At this point, one of the ace elites, whose mecha had been shattered, could fight no longer. Yet rather than compromise morale, he chose a sparse corner of the army and, amidst the blood and corpses, took his own life.

And this wasn’t an isolated case; after every battle, countless elite warriors, unable to envision a future for humanity, committed suicide!

In their eyes, the beliefs that once sustained them had disintegrated.

Repeated betrayals among their brethren had broken their final psychological defenses.

They no longer wanted to live.

"I can’t go on anymore, Qingfeng. I miss Grandpa. My brothers in this squad don’t want to live either—you go ahead. I’ll stay behind with them and buy you a few more hours."

Even the Dragon Elder’s grandson couldn’t hold on anymore, wiping blood-stained tears from the corner of his eyes as he steadied his voice to speak to Jiang Qingfeng.

But anyone listening could catch the tremble in the tone of this once-privileged elite, who had commanded wind and rain alike.

"Alright."

Jiang Qingfeng replied numbly with a mere nod.

For he had no idea what else to say.

Words of comfort?

Such sentiments felt too hollow and impotent before people whose spiritual pillars, beliefs, and mental fortitudes had all been thoroughly crushed.

With yet another split of forces, Jiang Qingfeng was left with only thirty thousand ace elites and two hundred thousand Dragon Country professionals from various fields.

Yes,

The original million human survivors sheltered by Jiang Qingfeng had been whittled down to just these remaining few after near-month-long bloodshed.

Their path was littered with mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Every surviving human wore expressions stained with tears of blood.

They had lost their nation; they had been turned into wandering dogs, aimlessly fleeing day after day!

"Waaaah!"

Among the ranks of humanity were grown men who openly wept like children.

There were women whose spirits had utterly collapsed, trudging along like soulless husks.

None of them—not even Jiang Qingfeng—knew where their road might lead.

But they had to keep moving!

Because stopping would invite death, bringing enemies from all sides.

Singing through tears!

As this last remaining spark of Dragon Country humans moved forward, someone cried while humming the newly adopted national anthem of Dragon Country, born in the aftermath of Heaven and Earth’s upheaval. Yet its tune no longer carried the triumphant valor of old, instead imbued with uncertainty and loss.

From the Central Plains come countless enlisted families, and heroes and chivalrous warriors bow to our blades.

Facing Exotic Beasts and Monsters, why would one tremble?

To die! To die!

Who fears the flames that burn righteous bones?

With poetic fame and a bottle of wine, the battlefield may claim the tomb of noble lords.

Golden spears and iron steeds, the path to dominance beckons.

Through the ages, who shall rise and fall?

Nuwa created life, Yan Huang founded nations.

Five thousand years passed, giving rise to today’s Human Race.

With armored pride and unyielding spirit, we battle alien races.

Who mocks reckless warfare and laughs at arrogant soldiers?

Eighty million strong can safeguard eternity!

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But as this sorrowful anthem filled the air,

with less than three hundred thousand remaining sparks of humanity, the army had only advanced a few dozen miles.

Jiang Qingfeng abruptly halted, the blood-stained longsword in his hand once again resonating with a clear hum.

Because hovering above the ruins of a once-great city, obliterated by the South America Alliance’s Alien Beast Army, was a barely visible black sable rat.

This black sable rat, measuring scarcely four or five meters in size, seemed utterly insignificant compared to the elite-level New Humans in Jiang Qingfeng’s army. And yet, the cold, death-laden instinct deep within Jiang Qingfeng’s soul screamed an unparalleled feeling of threat!

It was as if he had wandered into a primordial jungle, locked eyes with a bloodthirsty predator that had claimed countless lives.

This sensation gave Jiang Qingfeng, drained of Source of Demonic Energy and Origin Power, an overwhelming sense of being at the end of his rope, utterly devoid of hope.

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