The vortex slowly rotated, and the cold air soaring into the sky was directly suppressed by the vortex.

Yan Chenyun looked into the distance.

It has begun.

Jiao Qingyuan was already suppressing the cold air, and the alien army was about to start bombarding.

And deep in the sky, the alien grandmasters were also eager to move.

Du Jing's Book and their mining crew were also poised to act.

As long as the cold air was suppressed, the mining crew would rush to the mining area at the first moment.

Next.

Both sides would race against time.

But everyone in the mining crew wasn't too confident in their hearts either.

Before the ore was fully mined, the alien army would surely reach the mining area, and by then they could only act according to circumstances.

"Fight!"

Rumble! Rumble!

Rumble! Rumble!

Thunder rolled in the sky, and the Ninth-Grade Divine Elder from Dianshi City had already challenged Yan Chenyun.

The brigadiers drew their blades one after another and leapt straight into the deep sky.

Rumble! Rumble!

Rumble! Rumble!

The ground trembled, and all the martial artists charged madly at the other side.

At this moment, the wetland was filled with the deafening sounds of slaughter, and in an instant, the air was permeated with a scent of blood.

...

In the center of the source mine.

The temperature was terrifyingly low.

Compared to Zone A just across the wall, this place seemed rather cold and desolate.

Poof!

While suppressing the cold air, Jiao Qingyuan also had to endure some pain and internal injuries.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and the Qi blood within his body was once again empty.

The last time he had taken heavy injuries to go to the East Battle Dao to kill Su Yue, he had left hidden wounds in his body. Over the course of more than 20 days, those hidden wounds had not healed at all.

Moreover, Jiao Qingyuan often went to the cliff to look for Su Yue, which aggravated his injuries even further.

This time, the scale of the cold air was quite large; after Jiao Qingyuan suppressed it, he was truly weakened to the extreme.

In his severely injured state, he couldn't even defeat a Fourth-Grade martial artist.

"Fight!

"Aliens of Dianshi City, hurry to the mining area so that the Qi Nest Stone in my hand will be enough to destroy the West City Mausoleum.

"A group of butchers who persecuted my family and disrupted peace; are you worthy of being worshiped by future generations?

"Your names should go to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, utterly unworthy of being kept in the mausoleum.

"By destroying the West City Mausoleum, I want the whole world to mock your Divine Land Military Department's incompetence."

Jiao Qingyuan clutched the Qi Nest Stone, a sinister smile hanging on his face.

The plan had commenced, and everything was going smoothly.

Once the second Qi Nest Stone was fully formed, he would leave the wetland under the pretense of his severe injuries and return to Earth to heal.

Jiao Qingyuan wouldn't even wait for the war to end; he would return to Earth immediately.

Then, he would head straight to the West City Mausoleum.

In the mining area, leaving behind the unsealed Qi Nest Stone would be sufficient.

It would take some time for the Qi Nest Stone to release the Blood Moths; Jiao Qingyuan would calculate the timing and unseal it in advance.

Within half an hour after he left, the Blood Moths and Qi Nest Moths would start their clash, ensuring no one could prevent the destruction of the source mine.

Foolish Yangxiang Race.

Despicable human race.

None of you will have a good ending.

...

Both sides were already seeing red.

Mu Cheng charged back and forth among the crowd. She had often fought in the second battlefield before, but this time, the war was unusually fierce, comparable to the once brutal fifth battlefield.

It should be noted that apart from the first battlefield, this second battlefield was known for its safety.

It seems that the peace of the second battlefield was gradually being shattered.

Finally, under the fearless charge of the Yangxiang Race army, the Yan Gui Corps' defense line on the West Battle Dao was pierced through.

The alien army held this place stubbornly while driving countless alien prisoners and slaves with whips.

This group of prisoners seemed aware of their fate; they attempted to resist, but their hands, feet, and shoulder blades were already bound together by vines, leaving them powerless to fight back.

In the end, the group of prisoners was directly thrown into the violet wasp forest.

The next moment, violet wasps swarmed out, blotting out the sky.

Mu Cheng frowned.

Too cruel.

Those prisoners, stung by the violet wasps, swelled up like balloons in an instant, then died, their bodies festering.

In just a few minutes, a significant number of prisoners had perished.

After all, when tens of thousands of violet wasps launched a simultaneous attack, the quantity turned into quality, showcasing their terrifying power to the point that Mu Cheng felt so horrified she even wanted to vomit.

Though cruel, the effect was remarkable.

The violet wasps, having lost their stingers, lost their lives as well.

Due to the mutual destruction of a large number of violet wasps and prisoners, a safe passage was torn open in the violet wasp forest.

In an instant, countless aliens started charging toward the mining area.

The Yan Gui Corps were not to be outdone.

The martial artists also rushed along the path torn open by the aliens to fight the Yangxiang Race.

Within the violet wasp forest, yet another great battle began.

Mu Cheng also stepped into the violet wasp forest.

Although there were still a few scattered violet wasps, their numbers were not enough to directly kill, only injure, the martial artists.

The mine!

The mining crew was still frantically mining for ore.

Although Jiao Qingyuan suppressed the cold air, the mining area still exerted terrifying pressure.

They were all a group of Third-Grade Martial Artists, doing their utmost to protect themselves while mining the source ores in this state was an extreme challenge.

The speed of mining was not fast.

Du Jing's Book gritted his teeth.

It felt as if he were holding his breath under water while trying to pick up sesame seeds, illustrating the difficulty vividly.

At this moment, Du Jing's Book was determined, come what may, not to let the source ores fall into alien hands.

Behind him, a Third-Grade Martial Artist had already perished.

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