The demon race had sent three arrow-like spearheads deep into the interior of the Mainland, occupying a little under half of the territory. Their main camp was not in the rear, but right on the front lines. Zhao Ziliang had ventured deep into demon-controlled territory to look for someone, but after searching for a long time, no one could tell him where the Alliance Master was.
"Why on earth am I struggling so hard to search? Can't he just come find me instead?"
Zhao Ziliang was already at the front lines, where millions of living beings were locked in combat. Flashing blades, glowing swords, divine weapons, and blood-soaked armor filled the air, with the fires of war scorching the heavens. He was swallowed up by the sea of humanity—undoubtedly insignificant, shouting to the heavens and earth to no avail.
Chapter 1551