Ye Tianze didn't go looking for the Vermilion Bird, because he was now dead. Even if he did see the Vermilion Bird, it would be like the difference between life and death.
He also knew that Zhu Que had suffered all these years. She had spent a hundred years in regret and helplessness.
Ye Tianze knew that to undo the knot in her heart, he had to take back what she had lost.
He would fulfill the wish of his previous life. When he stood at the peak of Mount Buzhou, when the land of the Primeval Continent belonged to the human race, that would be the day he went to find Zhu Que.
Just like back then, when he said that he would take back the Vermillion Bird City and give it to the Vermillion Bird, this would also be his gift to the Vermillion Bird, a gift that would untie the knot in her heart for a hundred years.
Ye Tianze stood in the air, singing the praises of death. The land he spoke of, under the Human Emperor's Palace, the spirits buried there were gradually reviving.
Ye Tianze still remembered that the Human Emperor's Palace used to be called the Martyr's Palace. In his era, the Martyr's Palace had been built to pay tribute to the spirits that had died in every war.
Where the human warriors stood was the territory of the human race. Where the human warriors were buried was the territory of the human race. They had been waiting for this call for fifty thousand years.
"Summon the Shanhai Legion from the emperor!"
"Summon the Vulcan Legion from the emperor!"
"Summon the Linyuan Legion from the emperor!"
"Summon the Storm Legion from the emperor!"
"Summon the Xuanjin Legion from the emperor!"
"Summon the Thunder Legion from the emperor!"
"Summon the Taiyue Legion from the emperor!"
By the time they had crawled out of the ground, they had long since been reduced to nothing more than bones. However, those bones still contained the will of the human race, just like how Ye Tianze had faced Xuan's black sword attack in the Palace of the Human Emperors.
His warriors had stepped forward bravely and blocked the sword for him. After that, they had waited for countless years. At this moment, they had revived once again.
Ye Tianze couldn't see any familiar faces, but he could remember the aura on their bodies and the soaring fighting spirit on their bodies.
His Seven Armies of the Human Race took shape once again. They continued to converge and move in unison.
Looking at them, Ye Tianze recalled the poem "Against the Heavens" that he had written at the foot of Mount Buzhou.
He read aloud, "A single axe cleaves open the heavens and earth, and a hundred herbs weep ointment."
"Move the mountains to fill the North Sea, split the earth to govern the Primordial World."
"Heaven extinguishes my will, decapitation dance."
"Dao carries three thousand words, where is my ferocious will now?"
"Blazing flames shoot down the sun, pluck down the Big Dipper to mend the sky!"
These were not all the warriors of the seven armies. Most of them had died in the battle at Mount Buzhou, but they were still part of the seven armies of the human race. Even if they were not the most elite, they still had their own ranks.
Their hearts would no longer beat, and their blood and Qi would no longer boil, but their willpower was still there.
Following the words "pluck the Big Dipper to mend the Heavenly Defect", a trembling voice came from their withered bones.
"Where the Emperor points, the tip of the sword points!"
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The wind gently blew Gao Cenyun's hair. On the bloody battlefield, there were broken limbs everywhere. The corpses didn't have time to hide, and they merged with the smell of blood, forming a unique rotting smell.
She had long gotten used to this smell. The humans had retreated step by step, and they had been smelling this smell all the way.
At this moment, there was a rare moment of peace on the battlefield.
They were surrounded, and the blood-colored ground under their feet caused great erosion to their elemental energy. Once they bled and were not sealed, the ground would cause their wounds to bleed continuously.
For the Asura Tribe, this was their home ground. Gao Cenyun wasn't willing to fight in this situation, but she had no way out.
The Asura Tribe surrounded the three divisions of the Never-Ending Army like a vast ocean.
Feng Wuhui's face was full of fatigue. His wind division had been wiped out, but he didn't show any fear in the face of this battle.
This was because he had long been prepared to die.
He remembered his big brother's words: "What is a warrior? In the face of darkness, we will charge forward. In the face of death, we will not turn back. Those who live in the face of death can all be warriors! "
In the face of death, Feng Wuhui was fearless. He raised his hand and held Gao Cenyun's hand. The two looked at each other silently, but they both understood each other's thoughts.
Shanhai Fu of the Water Division was no longer a little girl. After the baptism of countless battles, she was an army commander, a warrior of the Shanhai Army.
In the face of the Asura Tribe's army, Shanhai Fu looked at Dugu Nuoyan beside her. She held the frost spear left by her teacher Shui Bingyue in one hand and Dugu Nuoyan in the other. She asked, "Are you afraid?"
"Where you are, I am fearless," Dugu Nuoyan said calmly.
Shanhai Fu smiled. That smile was filled with happiness. In the face of death, there was no death in her eyes. There was only the person she loved. Even if the Asura Tribe would tear her apart and devour her flesh, she was fearless.
The Asura Tribe's faces were filled with violence. They didn't respect the opponents in front of them, they just hated them.
In the past 100 years, they had suffered many losses at the hands of the three divisions. However, that was not important.
Following the sound of the war horn, the Asura Tribe's army pressed forward like a mountain. However, the warriors of the three divisions would not back down.
Their wounds were bleeding, but they would not back down. In the face of death, they would not back down. They waved the weapons in their hands. Just as they said, "Until the blood runs dry, until death, we will not stop fighting."
However, everything would end in the end.
Just as they were about to face death, a loud song came from afar. That voice was very heroic. The song sang, "Can the body of an ant fight?
Fight or not? Fight or not! "
Repair my armor, sharpen my spear!
Fight or not! Fight or not!
Share the hatred of my son, share the common interest of my son.
Fight or not! Fight or not!
Cleave the dust with a wave of the sword, cleanse the world!
Fight or not! Fight or not!
Until the blood runs dry, we will not stop fighting!
Fight or not! Fight or not!
Until the blood runs dry, we will not stop fighting!
Fight or not! Fight or not!
God bless my emperor, god bless my tribe!
Hearing this song, Gao Cenyun suspected that she was seeing things. She looked at Feng Wu Hui and found that he had the same expression.
"Reinforcements?"
In that moment, hope appeared in Gao Cenyun's eyes.
But in that moment, her hope was extinguished. What reinforcements? Where would the humans find reinforcements?
Tang Tianjun could not even take care of himself. The demons they were facing were not any weaker than the Asura Tribe here. In fact, they were much stronger.
However, this battle song could only be sung by humans. Even Tang Tianjun did not have such a resonant voice. She was too familiar with the group of bastards from the Fire Clan. How could they sing with such vigor and vicissitudes of life?
They all thought that they were seeing things. It seemed that they were still afraid of death. If they were not afraid of death, why would they have such an illusion?
They did not feel ashamed. After all, in the face of death, anyone would feel fear. Only some people had a strong will to suppress their fear.
"Something's wrong!" Shanhai Fu suddenly looked at the attacking Asura Tribe and said, "Something's wrong. Their attacks have weakened!"
Before Dugu Nuoyan could react, he looked into the distance and saw that outside the battlefield, an army was charging towards the Asura Tribe from behind.
This army was the one that was singing the war song. They were unstoppable, and the Shura people who were fighting with them were in a state of panic.
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