This is the second time Su Yue has taken two Grandmasters to cause trouble deep in enemy territory.

He has only been at school for a short while and hasn't even had the chance to learn these basic concepts.

It's unlike the human cities.

In the Wet Realm, everyone is a soldier; strictly speaking, even the youngest of the Yangxiang Race's offspring might appear on the battlefield at any time.

All ages go to war.

In the past, the human race was merciful and couldn't bear to strike down the young offspring, but painful lessons have taught the humans to remember well.

In a typical Yangxiang Race city, there are usually about 10 garrison camps.

However, due to different governance systems, these garrison camps each operate independently, unified only under the City Lord's command.

In times of peace, garrison camps don't interfere with each other, similar to some primitive tribes of the human race, and may even bear grudges over certain resources.

Even when looking at the bigger picture, the same indifferent tribal relationship exists between cities.

So, the Yangxiang Sect members infiltrating the human race also operate individually, with few collective actions.

Each City Lord of the Yangxiang Race is akin to a feudal lord.

In their daily lives, they are the emperors of their respective cities, similar to the human Governors, but in times of war, about a dozen cities take orders from the Divine Envoy.

Among the Yangxiang Race, several Divine Districts are also delineated for the Divine Envoys.

Similarly, these Divine Districts usually don't interfere with one another.

Only in special circumstances do the mysterious elders hidden in the deepest parts intervene in the actions of the Divine Envoys.

Overall structure.

The power structure of the Yangxiang Race, from top to bottom.

At the top are the mysterious elders.

These elders do not meddle in the affairs of the Divine Districts but represent the movements of the Divine in the human world.

Divine Districts are similar to countries on Earth.

Divine Envoys are like the emperors of these countries; despite disputes and contradictions, they must listen to the instructions of the mysterious elders and unite to kill enemies when necessary.

Beneath the Divine Districts are countless cities.

City Lords are akin to feudal lords; each City Lord is not convinced by others, yet they must follow the orders of the Divine Envoy.

Even within a city, all the garrison camps are strictly differentiated.

From top to bottom, the hierarchy is very stringent, somewhat akin to the territorial instincts of wild beasts.

On Earth, there might be divisions of provinces or countries, but there are not those clear boundaries as in the Yangxiang Race.

Earth has fought with alien races for many years and has breached the Yangxiang Race cities, so they are somewhat familiar with these basic hierarchical divisions.

...

The Yangxiang Race.

Dianshi City, Banner Garrison Camp.

Because the totem of this garrison camp is a hand, they use a hand as their banner.

Though called a garrison camp, it is actually a town.

There are no civilians in the Yangxiang Race, only variously specialized troops.

Except for nobles above Grade 3, other martial artists give birth to offspring who are raised in the camp's nurturing grounds; parents do not know which are their children, and children do not know their parents.

The alien race's breastfeeding period is brief; they can start eating other foods early on, even various natural Spirit Medicines.

Everything revolves around war.

Actually, in the garrison camp, the planning of each battlefield is very efficient.

There is a dedicated alchemy ground for potion-making.

There is a dedicated weapon crafting field.

And various specialized training grounds for soldiers, with a variety of setups.

The Camp General is the highest authority in the garrison camp, typically a Seventh-Grade.

The Sixth-Grade Grandmasters serve as the War Generals in the garrison camp.

Beneath them are leaders of each battle squad.

The Yangxiang Race is the most intelligent species in the Wet Realm, and their city planning is even more efficient than the human race on Earth.

Like the battle on the fifth battlefield before.

Divine Envoys from the Divine District gathered nine cities to attack the fifth battlefield, intending to capture the Wet Ghost Tower in one fell swoop.

The Divine Envoys of the Divine District are Ninth-Grade.

Equivalent to the strength of a General of the Divine Land.

Today is a big day for the Banner Garrison Camp.

The Seventh-Grade Camp General personally awaits the triumphant return of the three Sixth-Grade War Generals in the garrison camp's Holy Land.

This moment is crucial to the rise of the Banner Garrison Camp.

Sending Hei Chen with nearly a decade of planning for deterrence, today it will finally bear fruit.

The Folding Door, granted by the Supreme Elder from high above, if the Banner Garrison Camp botches the mission—let alone the Seventh-Grade Camp General—

even the Eighth-Grade City Lord of Dianshi City,

and even the Ninth-Grade Divine Envoy of this Divine District, will face the wrath of the Supreme Elder.

The result of angering the Supreme Elder is being sent to the fourth battlefield to confront the Shenchu Corps of the Divine Land.

That place is just as much a meat grinder for the Wet Realm!

It's said that the fourth battlefield has gained another demon, wielding a demon blade, terrifying indeed.

The Camp General glanced at the time; the three War Generals should be returning by now.

The Yangxiang Race tells time without the need for clocks; they have their own way of judging.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Finally, the black clouds suspended in mid-air began to churn.

The Banner Garrison Camp has one Seventh-Grade Camp General.

There are ten Sixth-Grade War Generals, three of whom are currently executing a massacre deterrence plan on Earth.

At this moment.

One Seventh-Grade, seven Sixth-Grade, all stood up to welcome the return of the expeditioners.

Behind them, led by the Fifth-Grade squad leaders, nearly 1,000 military division commanders also awaited the return of the War Generals.

All present were officers.

The weakest among them was a Third-Grade.

Even a Second-Grade warrior was not qualified to welcome the returning War Generals.

In the Yangxiang Race, the distinction between high and low rank is extremely stringent.

"Lord Camp General, they finally return,"

a Sixth-Grade Grandmaster shouted excitedly.

War!

War!

War!

At once, 1,000 regiment leaders shouted the slogan in unison.

This was the moment of triumph for the Banner Garrison Camp.

"Father-in-law, it turns out that the air inside the Yangxiang Race can be a bit drier.

"Can we start a fire? Forget it, it probably won't last long."

However.

A voice from a human on Earth unexpectedly came from within the black clouds.

"Haha, what luck.

"This is a Yangxiang Race garrison camp, one Seventh-Grade Camp General, and seven Sixth-Grade War Generals.

"The remaining riffraff are all below Fifth-Grade squad leaders.

"In a radius of a hundred miles, there is no Ninth-Grade Divine Envoy, so we can slaughter freely for ten minutes.

"We must leave after ten minutes; once the Divine Envoy arrives, I won't be able to protect Su Yue's safety."

As Mu Jingliang descended, the entire Banner Garrison Camp began an unprecedented earthquake.

Roar!

Amidst the roar of the dragon echoing through the skies, the brilliant golden light covered the sky.

Su Yue and Wang Nanguo followed closely, stepping out of the teleportation array.

Roar!

Wang Nanguo's seven-ringed tiger also let out an ear-splitting roar, the sound waves rippling layer by layer, spreading far and wide like a storm brewing.

"Sigh, when will I ever have such an imposing entrance?"

Watching the golden dragon circling freely in the air and the fierce ground-based saber-toothed tiger, Su Yue thought of his aura ring and felt a bit discouraged.

And somewhat inferior.

Everyone here is a hero causing trouble in the Wet Realm, but I'm the only one so pathetically weak!

"Su Yue, be careful and don't get captured; my demon blade is already thirsty, and I might not be able to protect you,"

a hoarse voice that felt like nails scraping glass spoke.

Inside the Yangxiang Race territory.

It was Wang Nanguo's first time here too.

Seeing the terrified faces of the bewildered military commanders below, Wang Nanguo's face twisted into a maniacal expression.

He was going to go crazy.

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I'll just add more than 10,000 today; my head aches as though it's splitting, my headaches strike without warning.

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