The battle in the southeast was fierce. It turned into a meat grinder. Countless warriors began to fight madly under the will of the higher-ups of both sides. In the end, the God of Light and the great emperor of the southern barbarian had to interfere in the battle.
There was no clear winner.
Lin Xuan stood on the spot and looked in the direction of the southeast battlefield. The viciousness and hatred in his eyes were overflowing. It shouldn't be like this. How could it be like this? Were those gods and those southern barbarians fools?
He walked so slowly mainly because he wanted to force the top warriors of the eastern barren territory to retreat from the southeast battlefield. This way, the human race under the command of the gods could be preserved.
