Chapter 430: Swept Through the Night, Violent Harvest!

In the long history of the wasteland, where there had been hundreds of generations and tens of thousands of years of struggle, the foreign races thought that they had figured out the path of humankind.

According to how things would normally play out, even if their own clan was not the final winner, they had never allowed humans to succeed.

They were confident that humans were like grasshoppers, which would usually die out in autumn after expending all their energy and lifespan. 

However this time, their faulty beliefs caused them to suffer immensely.

Although it would not harm their actual foundations in the home worlds, to a certain extent, it was equivalent to receiving a few tight slaps on their faces. 

Therefore, after the pseudo-god incarnations of the Five Royal Clans were destroyed, the clans and gods behind countless foreign races did not choose to stop.