A Single Raise Of A Hand, The Collapse Of An Army

At this moment, all the members of the six major sects were howling out madly. Any disciple who wielded any weapons whipped them out instantly. As for those without any, they raised their aura to the peak, getting ready to duke it out.

The heightened battle intent right now was filling their entire bodies with adrenaline.

At this moment, the ancient race no longer seemed as scary to them as before. In fact, they were a little worked up. After all, their shot at performing was here. No matter what, they had to have these beings of the thousands of races revere and praise them.

They were the six major sects who had prepared immensely for this! How could they let a single human slow them up?

"Battle, battle, battle!"

Mu Longtian chanted before turning around and facing his junior brothers and hollering out, "Show them the spirit of our Desolate Ancient Dragon Sect! Kill every single ancient race being that comes to us!"