The battle situation was once again at an impasse.

West Battle Dao.

Du Jing's Book, under the protection of several Fifth Grades, quietly hid in a relatively safe place.

"Damn these aliens, the more of you that die, the more chance I have to earn merit. So die more."

Du Jing's Book was on edge.

This time, he wasn't prepared to earn merit; he had overestimated his level, not managing to break through to Third Grade, falling just short.

Once this battle ends, Du Jing's Book would be forcibly taken back to the Wet Ghost Realm to recuperate.

After resting at West Martial for a while and returning to the Wet Ghost Realm, he would still be at West Battle Dao.

Then, once he breaks through to Third Grade, he will have the chance for merit.

...

East Battle Dao!

"Enemy attack, full defense!"

Wang Anhu shouted loudly.

Indeed.

In less than a second, outside, the crazed sounds of bombardment were already interwoven.

Inside the barracks, Su Yue's heart was pounding.

Damn it!

Aliens hadn't attacked East Battle Dao for generations, yet he just happened to run into it this time.

Rumble! Rumble!

Rumble! Rumble!

The ground shook as Su Yue looked above.

He had a nagging feeling that the roof could collapse at any time.

Very dangerous.

Mysteriously, Su Yue felt as if something was watching him.

Su Yue didn't rashly run out to help; with his skills, going out would only add to the chaos.

The attackers were from the Four-armed Race.

Wang Anhu and the others were fighting the enemy with all their might and didn't bother to inform Su Yue.

Better to hide inside the barracks.

If the aliens used Su Yue as leverage, it would spoil everything.

...

Fourth Battlefield.

The Shenchu Corps gazed at the alien army retreating into the distance, everyone's faces filled with surprise.

"Prince Qing, do you think the alien army is scared of you and that's why they've been retreating recently? They used to be much more aggressive."

A young general from the Shenchu Corps asked Su Qingfeng from atop the wall.

"Things might not be that simple.

"In the Fourth Battlefield, the aliens and us are in a similar situation, both using prisoners to charge.

"The frequent retreating by aliens must be due to a lack of prisoners. But given the aliens' nature, how could they be short on prisoners?

"The only explanation is these prisoners are being deployed to other battlefields and must be up to some mischief there."

Su Qingfeng wiped the demon blade, gazing into the distance.

This was his intuition.

"That can't be. The aliens despise these prisoners, and besides, no Wet Ghost Tower has been breached recently."

The young general frowned.

"I am just guessing. It's best that no Wet Ghost Tower has been breached; pretend I never said anything."

Su Qingfeng shook his head.

Such conjecture is best kept to oneself, without any evidence, one shouldn't spread rumors.

"Let's wait a while; if the aliens continue to retreat, I'll plan something drastic."

Su Qingfeng gave a sinister smile.

"Prince Qing, calm down. The Shenchu Corps hardly gets to rest."

The young general was on the verge of tears.

Following Prince Qing is exhilarating but also incredibly dangerous.

Very frightening.

...

"Damn it, I knew it. The crafty aliens transferred a lot of alien prisoners from the Fourth Battlefield to feed the venomous bees."

Yan Chenyun was battling an enemy Ninth Grade in the sky.

At the same time, he was observing the war situation below.

The Yan Gui Corps is in dire straits.

Though defenses were strict, the sheer number of alien prisoners tore open several gaps in the venomous bee forest.

The alien battle forces continued tearing through West Battle Dao.

In Yan Chenyun's view, a white mist loomed, marking the mining area, also the site where Jiao Qingyuan enforces control.

The Yan Gui Corps is mining there.

If situations continue to worsen, he would have to order leaving the mining carts and have the Martial Artists return to the fortress first.

Though losing a cart of original ore, life is more precious, and those Third Grade Martial Artists aren't a match for the alien army.

...

Finally, Su Yue was forced to leave the barracks.

No choice; just the aftermath of the battle has made the already fragile barracks precarious. Staying inside might end up buried alive.

Su Yue quietly slipped outside.

All he heard were fighting sounds and distant occasional Qi Blood pressure, without seeing a single person, perhaps they fought even farther away.

Phew!

I need to find a place to hide again.

Su Yue nodded secretly.

Too scary.

The fighting between Fifth Grades could turn a Second Grade like him into dust at any moment.

"Oh, General Jiao Qingyuan, aren't you suppressing the original ore? How come you're at East Battle Dao?"

Su Yue turned his head.

He was startled; Jiao Qingyuan was right behind him.

Wrong!

Something's wrong; Jiang Qingyuan's gaze is off.

While looking at him, there's a murderous intent.

Yes.

This old man wants to kill him.

Damn it.

Instinctively, Su Yue wanted to flee.

However.

What happens when a Second Grade faces a Grandmaster?

Su Yue just ran three steps when a gust of fierce wind hit him.

Crack!

His foot stepped into nothingness, his body fell instantly.

Cliff.

Indeed, a gust of fierce wind had already pushed Su Yue to the edge of a cliff.

Jiao Qingyuan didn't even choose a combat method to kill.

He simply pushed Su Yue off a cliff, and that was enough.

Su Yue was dumbfounded, his body plummeting, like a big rock.

He saw Jiao Qingyuan standing at the cliff's edge, coldly watching him, his face twisted like a demon.

Why!

Su Yue's mind was filled with a large question mark.

The person rescued by his father.

A Grandmaster.

Even a self-sacrificing ascetic.

He couldn't be a Yangxiang Race spy; he could retire completely and earn Divine Land's appreciation, having no reason to betray, nor any motivation.

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