There was a deathly silence in the arena. Both the Monster Race and the Human Race could not believe what had just happened.
This was because they had won the previous round after a bitter battle, but this round was completely one-sided.
They did not even know what had happened in the blood fog, but they realized that Ye Tianze was not injured at all.
This silence was completely different from before, because this victory was too strange.
"I didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power. How did he kill this black wolf?" The Human Race spectators were full of doubts.
Similarly, this was also a question in the hearts of the Monster Race. However, everything had been covered by the blood fog. Even a powerhouse like Zhu Que had not been able to see the scene inside.
After an unknown period of silence, the Human Race in the arena finally reacted. The sound of "great victory" was like a tsunami, enlightening even the deaf.
At this moment, even Shui Yuewu could not help but shout along. No matter how Ye Tianze had won, at least he had won.
"Three rounds. One person won three rounds. Hahaha, there is hope for the second round of the Human Race. There is hope!"
In the stands, many of the elderly were so excited that tears appeared in their eyes. Many of them were veterans who had served in the Rosefinch Army.
Their bodies were full of scars, and some were even mutilated. These were the marks left by war, but none of them regretted their service in the Rosefinch Army, because they had fought for their race.
In their hearts, there were many regrets. Perhaps it was that they had risked their lives on the battlefield, but their race had to be humiliated by the Monster Race once every hundred years. Perhaps it was that they had once made a promise to live and die together with someone they had never met, but in the end, they could not fulfill it.
However, their greatest regret was that they had not been able to win a victory that belonged to them on the battlefield and shout "great victory" loudly.
"Victory, this is our victory. Hahahaha, the Monster Race has lost three rounds in a row. Three rounds in a row. Hahaha …"
Many young people could not understand the tears in the eyes of the elderly, but they had never seen these veterans cry.
Even if their bodies were mutilated, they had never felt inferior. They had always proudly said that this was a scar left for their race. This was an honor!
The joy of victory struck their hearts, making the old people shed tears and the young people's blood boil.
The youth in the arena had become a well-deserved hero in their hearts. He had become a god-like figure in their hearts!
All of a sudden, someone sang loudly, "At the beginning of the Absolute Beginning, there were my kind. Ten thousand years of hatred, the sea can't be pacified!"
As he sang, the tsunami-like cries of "great victory" stopped.
The old men looked at each other and continued to sing, "The sun rises from the east, I am Tai Yi; with one stroke and one restrain, we establish ourselves as men."
The youngsters didn't know what song this was, but this clear and bright voice attracted the agreement of countless old people in the stands.
"Demons are in power, bullying me because I am weak!"
"You're just an ant; how can you fight?"
"Do you want to fight? Do you want to fight? "
The singing suddenly stopped at this moment. The elders seemed to feel that something was missing at this moment. Soon, someone took out wine. They passed it around and poured it down their throats, followed by a burning sensation in their throats.
At this moment, there was wine, but there were some side dishes. However, they didn't find it regrettable because the best side dish was this song. It was the victory in front of them.
They continued to sing, "Repair my armor, sharpen my spears!"
Do you want to fight? Do you want to fight?
Share a common hatred with my son.
Do you want to fight? Do you want to fight?
Cleave the dust with a swing of the sword, cleanse the world!
Do you want to fight? Do you want to fight?
Before the blood runs dry, I won't stop fighting!
Do you want to fight? Do you want to fight?
Before the blood runs dry, I won't stop fighting!
Do you want to fight? Do you want to fight?
Heaven bless our emperor, Heaven bless our race!
This war song reverberated in the arena. Regardless of whether they had been on the battlefield or not, regardless of whether they were young or old, they were all infected by this war song. Their blood boiled.
Zhu Que and the Human Emperor Palace Master stood up. They were all too familiar with this war song because it was a forbidden song. Since fifty thousand years ago, after the Battle of Mount Buzhou, the Human Race had forbidden it from being sung again.
Only the veterans of the four major legions knew this war song. No matter how strict the ban was, it couldn't cool the hot blood in their hearts.
Fifty thousand years ago, the Human Race rose from insignificance. In battle, they changed their destiny and grew to become the fifth major race in the world.
This was their pride and no one could extinguish it. In the eyes of the young people, this war song recounted the history of the Human Race's humiliation for the past fifty thousand years.
Perhaps the only thing they didn't understand was the line, "The sun rises from the east, there is me!"
But at this moment, this wasn't important. They followed the elders and sang it over and over again. After fifty thousand years, this war song once again fluttered in the arena and in Zhou Tian City!
"This is a forbidden song, this is a forbidden song. The Human Emperor forbids it from being sung. Shut up quickly, or you will all be sent to the death row!" A discordant voice was heard.
Everyone looked over and saw that it was Mu Muhui of the Cloud Herder Sect. He looked at the elders who were singing the war song with a stern expression, wishing that he could seal their mouths.
However, the elders ignored him. They passed their wine to each other. They had been waiting for this moment for too long.
The young cultivators couldn't understand the indescribable excitement in the hearts of the elders, but their hot blood was ignited at this moment. The moment their hot blood was ignited, it couldn't be extinguished!
"Shut up, all of you, shut up!" Dou Tianyue also shouted.
This was because they saw that the expressions of the Fey Race were extremely ugly. After three consecutive defeats, the Fey Race could no longer sit still.
Now that millions of people were singing the war song that was forbidden by the Human Race, one could imagine the expressions of the Fey Race. They were very worried that the Fey Race would turn hostile and leave directly after being angered!
However, no one cared about Dou Tianyue and Mu Muhui's voices. People continued singing and singing. At this moment, they poured all their energy into their voices.
"Hall Master, Hall Master, aren't you going to do anything?" Mu Muhui looked at the Human Emperor Hall Master.
The Human Emperor Hall Master ignored him. He seemed to be reminiscing about something in the song. In the end, Mu Muhui realized that even the disciples of the Cloud Herder Sect were affected by the song and started singing softly.
"Don't sing, don't sing!" Mu Muhui roared angrily. He seemed to be more agitated than the Fey Race.
At this moment, someone responded to him. It was Zhu Que. She raised her hand and slapped him across the air.
Slap!
When Mu Muhui came to his senses, he was slapped hard in the face and fell to the ground. No one knew if he was dead or alive!
When Dou Tianyue, who was still trying to stop them, saw this scene, he looked at Zhu Que. When he saw that Zhu Que was about to hit him, he immediately shut his mouth.
Then, the powerhouses of the Dutian Clan beside him also started singing.
"You're just an ant, how can you fight?"
"Fight or not, fight or not!"
"Repair my spear, sharpen my armor!"
"Fight or not!" "Fight or not!"
"I won't stop until my blood runs dry!"
The Fey Race weren't angered. What they felt at this moment was fear. These people were clearly as weak as ants, but when they sang the war song, all of them had fearless expressions on their faces!
One person might not be able to cause much of an impact on the Fey Race, but ten people, a hundred people, ten thousand people, a million people …
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