In the distant sky, one huge enchanted ship after another was heading in their direction. Countless tier-7 and tier-8 people formed an army, causing the sky to rumble and tremble.
Linton, who was standing at the front, suddenly took off his helmet and roared:
"Warriors! This battle is inevitable! For the glory and eternal life of all races, we have nothing to fear!"
Their roars resounded through the sky.
Even if they died, as long as they obtained the Divine Essence, there would still be a new self to fight in their place. This was a battle that they could not lose.
In the next moment, the mystic ship shot out energy attacks at all races.
The Second Humans roared and his body instantly enlarged. In an instant, countless hundred-meter-tall giants appeared on the battlefield. They charged towards the First Human race.
This war had already broken out.
There was no way out. They could only fight to the death.