At this moment, he had realized his own ignorance and arrogance.
He was once the Supreme God of the Skyfire World, revered and worshipped by his own people and countless servant races.
But that was only in the Skyfire World.
The peak combat power of this world far surpasses what the Skyfire Clan could currently withstand; the war continuing would inevitably lead to defeat.
Yet, he couldn't stop the war, having been thoroughly dragged into the mire of conflict by three rival forces.
Despair, annoyance, anger, regret... Various emotions interwoven at the bottom of his heart; he knew he was wrong, but there was already no way back.
All he could do was continue to fight.
When the Black Tide rose from the horizon to the north, and the scattered Player Clan from the south attacked again.
The eyes of the Skyfire Dharma King showed exhaustion.
A new round of combined attacks from the three sides came, and the remaining people of the Skyfire Clan kept dying in the war.
