“Kill!”
In front of the Abyss battlefield on the planet at the edge of the Northern line, over a million Northern line disciples clenched their teeth and fought with the abyss seeds in front of them with blood-red eyes.
The crisis on the demon island this time could be said to have affected everyone.
Those people who were originally on a peaceful planet were instantly broken.
No one could avoid going to the battlefield and fighting.
Some of the cowardly disciples had already fallen, and those who remained had experienced several wars.
Even so, every war was like dancing on the edge of a knife. No one knew if they could survive.
As long as they fought with all their strength, only by becoming stronger could they have a chance to survive.
Roars sounded one after another. Because of the alliance on the northern front, in terms of distribution, the strength of the humans was stronger than that of the abyssal seed.
This made it easier for them.