Five young men from the Divine Clan left the city with great confidence, intending to annihilate the three hundred members of the Wuji Sect and then massacre their way through the Nine Heavens, bathing the mortal realm in blood.
On the high wall, an elderly Golden Soldier could not help but say, "Sire, you are the commander!"
Qian Lin remained silent.
He surely knew he was the commander, but the Divine Clan was too arrogant, thinking too highly of themselves and looking down on the Human Clan, even those from their alliance.
Moreover, in this matter, Qian Lin had a small selfish desire; he wanted to know if he was truly wrong?
Was the Human Clan really that pitiful?
His faith in the alliance's claim that only the Divine Clan could save the mortal realm, awaken the Human Clan, and bestow them with supreme power was gradually wavering.
At this moment, he seemed to remember something.
