At this moment, he had realized his own ignorance and arrogance.
He was once the Supreme God of the Skyfire World, revered and worshipped by his own people and countless servant races.
But that was only in the Skyfire World.
The peak combat power of this world far surpasses what the Skyfire Clan could currently withstand; the war continuing would inevitably lead to defeat.
Yet, he couldn’t stop the war, having been thoroughly dragged into the mire of conflict by three rival forces.
Despair, annoyance, anger, regret... Various emotions interwoven at the bottom of his heart; he knew he was wrong, but there was already no way back.
All he could do was continue to fight.
When the Black Tide rose from the horizon to the north, and the scattered Player Clan from the south attacked again.
The eyes of the Skyfire Dharma King showed exhaustion.
A new round of combined attacks from the three sides came, and the remaining people of the Skyfire Clan kept dying in the war.
Finally, the city gates constructed from flames were breached.
The three rival forces broke into the city, initiating a chaotic battle from all sides.
Returning to his throne, the Skyfire Dharma King looked distantly at the chaotic scenes within Flame City, his heart surged with endless bitterness.
He knew the situation was irreversibly lost.
Before breaking through the spatial barriers, he had shaken with excitement in countless dreams, fantasizing about the Skyfire Clan becoming a terrifying calamity sweeping through thousands of worlds, surpassing his ancestors to be recorded in history as the strongest Skyfire Dharma King, and the pioneer leading the Skyfire Clan to glory.
Now, the dream was shattered.
The beautiful things in fantasies were merely illusions and illusionary reflections; the racial forces from the outer world were far more terrifying than he had imagined.
Now, he had to pay the price for his impulsiveness.
"Dharma King, we will protect you and help you escape."
Just then, an aged figure appeared beside the Skyfire Dharma King and knelt on one knee pleading.
Hearing this, the Skyfire Dharma King shook his head indifferently, a bitter smile appearing on his face:
"Where else can I escape to? Without the Skyfire Clan, am I still the Skyfire Dharma King?"
"You lead 1,000 elite of the new generation away, perhaps one day you could rise again in this world, just like our ancestors, restoring our clan’s glory and grow into a superpower standing at the summit of this world."
Hearing this, the Skyfire Dharma King shook his head again:
"It’s no longer possible, the ancestor had prepared several years in advance for the escape, luckily arriving in a world where the indigenous races had not yet developed an intelligent civilization, where resources had not been exploited and used, our clan’s arrival was like a dimension-ally reducing strike, subsequent developments went smoothly, those indigenous races became slaves for the development of our clan, contributing power for our climb to new technologies."
"Where can I escape to? I even suspect that there are stronger races in this world than these three great forces, nowhere is safe for me... Now, I only have one thought: to live and die with my clan."
When he spoke these words, the Skyfire Dharma King no longer possessed his usual pride.
The harsh reality harshly shattered his fantasies.
He failed to lead the Skyfire Clan to glory; instead, he led them towards destruction.
The great battle inside the city continued.
Player Clan, Black Tide Demonic Spirits, Combat Insect Clan... As the three rival forces clashed, they pressed towards the location of the Skyfire Dharma King from three directions.
Meanwhile, the player voice channel was incredibly lively:
"Hahaha, stealing kills from the Insect Race and Demonic Spirits directly yields rewards, it’s so awesome, I declare, the assassin stream has risen."
"Our team’s assassin has already left the team and become a Stealing Blade Thief, the tips show three kills already, this efficiency is fierce."
"Train’s coming, brothers in front make way, please buckle up for boarding."
"Attention, attention, I’m going to taunt now, anyone who doesn’t want to see their spouse cheating better retreat, set range three meters, a big one is coming."
"Exploding dogs keep away from me, what’s with all these tech players, can’t they watch if their own people are nearby before blowing up."
Finally advancing into the city, the players’ mood was high.
After days of fierce battle, they knew they were about to receive task settlement rewards.
It was like a long project approaching payment, joy already overflowed on their faces.
Especially the warbands organized by various guilds, this battle brought them considerable gains, and the post-battle rewards would significantly enhance the comprehensive strength of the warbands.
In the melee, what troubled the players most were the Insect Race and the Black Tide.
Although psychologically they did not have as strong a repulsion towards the Player Clan as the Insect Race Mainbrain and Earth Thought Evil Spirit, players still didn’t quite like these two forces.
They had long been labeled as "poor monsters," filled with all kinds of disdain.
In contrast, the Skyfire Warriors, being rich monsters, were a refreshing stream in Newbie Village, soothing the players’ psychological wounds regarding profits.
But as long as the Insect Tide and Demonic Spirits dared to approach, players would still strike without hesitation, cursing in the voice channel.
The three battlefronts advanced to the center of the city, encountering the Sacrificial Group.
The great battle restarted.
Members of the physically weak Sacrificial Group, already exhausted of their spiritual power and unable to retaliate effectively, produced sacrificial power after being killed which even made players exclaim, this was a richer monster than Skyfire Warriors.
The key point was, they were even easier to kill than the Skyfire Warriors.
When the Sacrificial Group perished, ahead were 108 Energy Barytes.
Challenger Tips then echoed in the player’s minds, indicating that touching the Energy Barytes would grant a huge reward contribution.
At this moment, the Player Clan, Insect Race, and Black Tide all appeared exceptionally frantic.
Upon the players’ touch, the Crystal Stones continuously transformed into pure sacrificial power, converging into the Sacrificial Pool beneath Imperial Tomb Village.