"The Myriad Extremes Battlefield!" Feiyu Divine spat out these words through clenched teeth.
Wang Ye looked at him, a spark of insight flashing in his eyes, "The place where Brother Ying fell?"
"Right!" Feiyu Divine ground his teeth with hatred, "Damn East Divine Alliance, I will never let them go!"
It was indeed the East Divine Alliance.
Wang Ye understood clearly in his heart.
Although the Dongyin Primitive Clan had disbanded, they still occupied half of the East Primitive Territory and possessed formidable strength.
The East Divine Alliance they formed attracted a large number of Small Divine Races to join, boasting considerable strength and standing at the top among the Four Great Forces.
They were also the most powerful opponent of the Human Great Clan Alliance at the moment.
"So, the Myriad Extremes Battlefield is the last Primitive Origin that caused our Divine People Hall to lose as many as ten of our own?" Wang Ye sorted out his thoughts.