Wang Ye arrived.
Without any warning or giving the Sky race any time to prepare.
Right after driving back the Golden-Winged Divine Race, the vast army charged in!
Did they need to recover?
Yes.
Did they need to prepare?
Yes.
But if the opponent was merely the Sky race—
Not needed!
Wang Ye didn't even summon the human forces.
First, he did not want to owe favors; second, the humans who had fought in the battle of the Primordial Star indeed needed time to recover, as joining battle with injuries would lead to many unnecessary losses.
Lastly, their combat prowess was dispensable.
In the battle at the Primordial Star, the resting strength of the strong warriors charged ahead!
Different from guarding the Primordial Star, for most of these formidable warriors, this was their true home!
"Reclaim the Primordial Star!"
"Finally, the day has come!"
"Homecoming!"
Saber King Ancient led the charge!
Sword light ripped through the heavens, his gaze resolute!
