This admission was quite discouraging, although Ruguan knew it to be true deep down. Still, being so directly proven wrong dealt a significant blow to his invincible spirit.
Nine out of ten Skymourn tribesmen were unable to gain any advantage against humans in a one-on-one fight.
Of course, groups like the Ice Sword Mercenaries were an exception.
And as the battle had progressed to this point, Ruguan, despite already being incredibly powerful, had failed to kill even a single one of these Immortal Emperors who were vastly weaker than him.
Was this not also a disparity between races?
The more Ruguan thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt he couldn't continue like this. Previously, he had been utterly dominant against Chu Yang, but after a brief clash just now, he was horrified to find the gap between them had narrowed considerably.
The opposing side had seized the destiny of their entire Skymourn race. Unlike him, who was not a racial leader, he could only passively accept the backlash of this destiny.
However, Chu Yang was the Human Emperor; he could actively wield the power of destiny.
Destiny, though seemingly insignificant, was precisely what Skymourn sought from this war.
Ruguan looked at the Immortal Emperors surrounding him, and at Chu Yang standing before him. He knew that at this point, the situation was irreversible.
"I will not be defeated!"
He flicked his right hand, and black flames condensed in his palm, forming a thick, heavy hammer.
Ruguan, who had seemed weak moments before, now exuded a renewed surge of power.
Yet, in terms of sheer aura, Chu Yang and the others were stronger than Ruguan.
This space was saturated with the power of destiny, recently harvested from the Skymourn. Under Chu Yang's deliberate control, this power was being fed back to all the Immortal Emperors present.
It was more effective than Xue Qianwei's medicinal pills.
This was equivalent to everyone receiving a power-up buff, as if they were constantly bathing in a spring.
In such a state, Ruguan could no longer instantly kill them. And as long as he couldn't kill them with a single blow, the Immortal Emperors wouldn't have to fight so cautiously.
Each of them could withstand one hit in turn, allowing for over twenty rounds of attacks against Ruguan!
"Let Brother Xian handle the main damage! We'll focus on containment!"
"Uh, should I go first? I can take a couple of hits!"
"No, Zi Fan, you go first!"
Liang Zifan's face fell. "Why me?"
"Your ability to draw aggro is stronger than ours. The sooner you get hit, the sooner you're relieved!"
Liang Zifan's aggro-drawing ability was truly abnormal. He swaggered up to Ruguan, tossing his hair. "You scumbag! If you've got the guts, punch me to death!"
His flamboyant, multi-colored hair immediately sent Ruguan's already incandescent rage to its peak.
Although Wang Teng was also arrogant, Ruguan found this particular fellow even more detestable.
"Die!"
The massive hammer swung through the air and smashed down fiercely towards Liang Zifan.
Liang Zifan's scalp tingled, and he blurted out a string of expletives.
"Summon Lightning!"
He raised his hand, and countless bolts of lightning surged from the void, converging on Liang Zifan.
"Lightning Armor!"
The lightning transformed into a suit of armor, but it had only just formed when Ruguan shattered it with a single hammer blow.
Azure and violet arcs of electricity scattered everywhere.
Liang Zifan's body suffered an immense impact, his aura significantly weakened. However, his eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly, "His strength is less than half of what it was before! Don't be intimidated by his aura, we've got this!"
Hearing this, everyone grinned.
Ruguan was also somewhat bewildered that he hadn't killed Liang Zifan with one hammer strike. He didn't understand that after the backlash of destiny, his strength had decreased so much. This time, Li Qingyun wasn't there to help; this person had taken his hammer blow purely on his own strength.
"How dare you humiliate me like this?"
"Boom!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, a fist, imbued with the power of countless human destinies, smashed directly into Ruguan's chest.
The terrifying shockwave caused the space to tremble, riddled with cracks.
On Blue Star, those watching the livestream raised their hands and cheered loudly.
Chu Yang was currently fighting using the power of human destiny. With this punch, it felt as though each of them had contributed, giving them a magical sense of participation.
"Damn! That punch is a perfect example of brutal aesthetics!"
"Haha! This Skymourn tribesman is definitely finished. His strength is nowhere near what it was just now!"
"Brother Xian is awesome!"
"Not just Brother Xian, but everyone involved in this war, the fallen cultivators, and the lone rangers, they're all awesome!"
Upon hearing these words, those around them were taken aback. At that moment, a peculiar sentiment stirred within their hearts.
Chu Yang had live-streamed this war with the aim of allowing everyone to see how those participating were carrying the burden for them.
The high-stakes battlefield always drew more attention.
Many people focused more on the battles of the Immortal Emperors, as they had never witnessed Brother Xian's fighting style before. Coupled with a certain inexplicable reverence for their human leader, they had overlooked the people fighting on the lower-tier battlefields.
Now, after being reminded, they all suddenly came to their senses.
"Human race will win!"
This slogan clearly resonated more with them than "Brother Xian is awesome."
Everyone cheered, "Human race will win!"
Returning to the battlefield, Ruguan was sent flying by the impact.
Chu Yang, who had just delivered the punch, heard the voices of the people on Blue Star clearly. He smiled.
Ruguan was enraged. "What are you smiling about? Your punch was neither here nor there!"
"I am gratified for humanity. Of course, a race like yours, inherently incomplete, would not understand!"