Year 776 of the New Calendar.
After a protracted five-year war with the use of human wave tactics, the battle lines of the Elf Race are gradually collapsing.
Bears, gorillas, ducks, chickens, countless Beastmen have been manufactured, thrusting us into the era of the Genetic War, with no consideration for consequences, all for a momentary explosion.
The Elf population, under this oppression, has dwindled from 2,700 to 1,400.
"No matter how elite they are, they can't withstand the endless flood of Beastmen soldiers who, like locusts, don't need cultivation to be exceptionally strong."
Shiguang, the Blood Concealment Emperor, chuckled arrogantly and coldly,
"Foolish elves, ruling this world with their advanced ancient warfare concepts, looking down on native barbarians, yet unaware that... no matter how advanced the concept, it can still be overthrown by brute force!"
Behind him followed countless frenzied soldiers.
