Nine cities of great calamity floated in the air, three-hundred miles above Liang Zhu City.
On the ground, non-humankind warriors gathered like ants, shouting and yelling restlessly. From the dark, boundless arrays, the sparkles of communication treasures could be seen from time to time. The light sparkled like stars in the night sky. Clearly, non-humankind commanders had been trying their bests to contact each other.
Every once in a while, tens to hundreds of non-humankind slaves would burst into howls and rush to Liang Zhu City from every direction. But, no matter which direction they approached the city from, thunderbolts, dagger-sharp blades, raging fires, and poisonous gases would roll down from the city wall and shred these poor slaves.
Within a couple of hours, before any result was delivered from the discussion run by the twelve non-humankind emperors, tens of thousands of non-humankind slaves died on their way scouting.