However, no matter how this young Death Rat struggled, it was clearly futile in front of Qian Er.
"Too weak."
Qian Er said something that made the young Death Rat lose all hope.
After struggling with all its might but failing to break free, the Death Rat's pupils became somewhat dazed.
If only I had listened to the leader earlier.
So, the difference between geniuses can really be this big.
That cruel smile, raising the fist blade, precisely severed a head with one strike.
A look of pain appeared on the Death Rat Leader's face, and then, without a moment's pause, Qian Er turned the fist blade and sliced off another head.
"Nine lives? Seems like it's still not enough."
Qian Er said playfully, and at this moment, the young Death Rat had completely given up struggling, its eyes hollow and lifeless, as if it had resigned itself to fate.
Regret was useless now. If it had known Qian Er was so terrifying, it would have rather been beaten to death than come to this battlefield.
In just one encounter, one encounter! Qian Er suppressed it almost instantly.
Its mind had already started to wander, after all, it had never experienced much pressure in the clan, which led to its mind going blank when faced with trouble now.
It couldn't find anything useful in the chaotic thoughts.
Familiar sounds rang in its ears, the sound of soil loosening, it was the other survivors of the Death Rat clan.
The young Death Rat's eyes suddenly regained their light, and it shouted hysterically.
"Run!"
In the next second, several Death Rats broke out of the ground at the same time, pouncing towards Qian Er.
The Death Rat Leader's heart was ashen, and it closed its eyes, unable to bear to see what would happen next.
Qian Er pulled out his fist blade, swinging it in an arc around himself.
The sound of flesh breaking and the screams of Death Rats echoed in his ears.
The bodies of those Death Rats were instantly cut in half by the sharp fist blade.
"It's over… it's over…"
"The Nine-Headed Death Rat is finished… I'm sorry… Leader…"
Qian Er held down the Death Rat Leader and continued to pluck off one head after another with his fist blade. Just as he said, the nine lives were quickly used up.
These Death Rats that had shown their faces were all dead, and Qian Er once again aimed his butcher's knife at the myriad races that had launched countless attacks while he was distracted by the Death Rats.
Wherever his gaze reached, no race dared to meet his eyes, and the killing intent on his body was so strong that it made people tremble.
Qian Er raised his fist blade and began another round of slaughter…
On the other side, the Human True Kings also gradually became more conservative from their initial soaring momentum. Many True Kings suffered varying degrees of injuries, but even so, no one wanted to retreat.
While fighting, Shen Yifei moved towards Yu Feiyi, whispering something to Yu Feiyi, who nodded after listening.
This small detail did not attract anyone's attention at the scene, after all, they were surrounded by enemies, and no one had time to distract themselves to observe what other True Kings were doing.
Perhaps their pet beasts were resistant to beatings, but they couldn't withstand it. The barrage of attacks with various attributes on the scene was as dense as raindrops, and it was almost impossible to dodge them all.
They had been fighting for seven days, and there were still many of the myriad races. Perhaps Qian Er on the other side felt relaxed, but for these True Kings, no matter how relaxed they appeared, they still felt some pressure.
This was also the most spectacular and tragic war they had ever participated in, and yet it was also the one that had the least to do with them.
The sounds of fighting, wailing, and roaring echoed around them. The dense attacks in front of them made their eyes unable to open, and from time to time some broken limbs or an alien head with unclosed eyes would fall from the sky while they were fighting.
The scene could be described as a complete mess.
The first to show signs of defeat were the foreign True Kings. Although their configurations were not much worse than those of the Yan Nation True Kings, they did not have a powerful support like Yu Feiyi.
This led to their exchange of injuries always being in a state of loss. Originally, they had a chance to escape even if they couldn't win, and they had done so countless times before.
But this time, they happened to encounter a victorious race, and the already scarred pet beasts were unable to hold on after all, and were ambushed from behind and fell to the ground.
Then, the Human True Kings' team retreated steadily, becoming more and more unsustainable, and several True Kings were seriously injured in an instant.
"Hold on a little longer, the myriad races are about to collapse!"
A True King shouted.
Qian Er also felt it. The surrounding myriad races had indeed begun to waver. Seven days had passed, and they had invested countless lives. Were they really going to give up like this?
Qian Er gritted his teeth, his eyes firm, and the speed of his attacks instantly increased another level, frantically hacking and killing everything around him.
Forget about so much, just kill to your heart's content first!
Qian Er's frantic offensive shocked the surrounding races, and they couldn't help but begin to retreat slowly. They had a deep understanding of the power of the fist blade in that guy's hand, and even hard bones seemed somewhat soft in front of it.
No one wanted to be cut by that thing, and coupled with the fact that they had been attacking for so long without success, the myriad races were also somewhat numb.
Looking at the slowly retreating crowd, Qian Er smiled and chased after them without any hesitation.
After all, these myriad races were not really running away, but slowly retreating while facing Qian Er in the middle, so Qian Er caught up with these races in a few steps and swung out a fierce punch.
The fist blade instantly pierced through his chest.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qian Er pulled out the fist blade and slashed again at the race next to this unlucky guy.
Faced with Qian Er's pursuit, it must be admitted that the myriad races panicked.
They didn't expect that Qian Er would dare to chase after them in this situation?
How much stamina does he have left?
Couldn't it be that he hasn't even used up half of his stamina in seven days!
If this continues, after a while, the myriad races will really be wiped out!
You must know that Qian Er's place is not the place where the most lives are taken.
Among the crowd, many races instinctively looked in two directions.
To the east, there was a huge three-headed, six-armed Burning Blood Asura, who was currently killing to his heart's content. The myriad races were simply being abused to death in His hands in various ways.
To the west, a Frost Radiance Bone Dragon could be vaguely seen, its crystal-clear bones shining brightly under the sun's rays. The air around Him was somewhat misty due to the low temperature, and countless of the myriad races had died in His hands.
It's hard to imagine, if they were to drag on here for another seven days, wouldn't the myriad races have been eaten clean by Qian Er's team long ago!
"Run!"
A shrill cry rang out in the sky, so unwilling.
"Don't run!"
Qian Er cursed. He really wanted to tear apart the mouth that had just shouted that, originally the myriad races were still hesitating, that shout directly made the myriad races make up their minds.
