"The present myriad races coalition forces is really much weaker compared to the last Doomsday Battle! These guys can't take a single blow at all!"
At the summit of the high mountain, Daymeld stood with his hands behind his back, pointing at the country.
Just earlier, the divine race army crushed the coalition forces again and mowed down all resistance.
He stood here, ascending to a height. He enjoyed the distant view, taking everything into his sight, and was filled with lofty sentiments.
Just three months ago, both sides officially went to war!
In the three months, both sides had experienced dozens of major and minor battles. The coalition forces were unable to stop the divine race's iron hoofs at all.
The divine race army headed all the way east and was already almost reaching the boundary between the West Realms and Middle Realms.
