"The Princess doesn’t have to undress, but you do!"

Xue Pinghai said with a stern face.

"Why, are you being sexist?"

Wang Lu Feng retorted.

"The Princess has played in the Ling Pool since childhood, his body contains antibodies from it, so there’s no need for bloodletting!

"Hurry!"

Xue Pinghai urged again.

With that, Wang Lu Feng was still forced to take off his hoodie.

"Let me do the piercing!"

Chen Yuhui walked over.

His only concern was not finding the right acupoint, but now with an expert present, he could relax a bit.

"No, you’re a Grandmaster, your Qi Blood is too aggressive, it will damage their Qi acupoints.

"We need a low-level martial artist with steady hands."

Xue Pinghai held the iron sword in his hand.

"Let me do it, I shouldn’t make a mistake!"

At this moment, Mu Cheng walked over.

Her swordsmanship was the most precise.

"Not a single mistake is allowed, can you manage?"

Xue Pinghai looked at Mu Cheng.

Honestly, he was a bit worried.

"Professor Xue, she can."

From afar, Su Yue shouted.

"Alright!

"Listen for my command!"

Xue Pinghai tossed the iron sword to Mu Cheng.

This sword had special materials and was very fine.

...

"Mo Kai, I need an explanation!"

Allied forces of different races.

Ying Mountain Ridge coldly stared at Mo Kai, mercilessly questioning.

"Explanation?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Kai’s unnamed anger flared up.

Didn’t you see that all the seventh-grade under my command are dead?

What explanation do you want?

"Mo Kai, what do we do next? My Blood Boiling Race suffered heavy losses, we can’t just let it go."

Fei Xiao also started to vent his anger at Mo Kai.

Gangshu remained silent, but the emotion in his eyes was clear, he also sought compensation from Mo Kai.

Below, the allied forces fell silent.

The Eighth-Grade Grandmaster wanted to charge, but it was utterly useless.

And the sixth-grade, seventh-grade martial artists were already terrified by Gong Ling, they didn’t dare to charge ahead at all.

As for low-level martial artists, it’s needless to say, whoever goes is courting death.

Some martial artists who frequently engage in warfare understood in their hearts.

This war... was lost!

Even though Elder Mo Kai didn’t hesitate to burn 45 years of his lifespan, regrettably, the human race was too strong, overwhelmingly strong to the point of helplessness.

At this moment, perhaps only Mo Kai’s 15 puppets could maintain their fearlessness.

After all, they didn’t know fear.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence!

The once howling windy sky suddenly became stagnant, seeming as if even the airflow had stopped.

"Qingfeng, look... they seem to be turning on each other!"

Liu Yizhou chuckled.

It truly was a massive victory.

But each time narrowly won.

If not for the father and son Su Qingfeng, the allied forces might have already reached the walls of Thunder Sacrifice City.

"Su Qingfeng, thank you..."

Yao Chenqing thought for a moment and still nodded towards Su Qingfeng.

"You better pray my girl comes out unscathed, or I’ll skin you alive!"

Su Qingfeng still showed no good face to Yao Chenqing.

"She’s also my adopted daughter!"

Yao Chenqing nodded.

Liu Yizhou furrowed his brows.

The two brothers who originally had a close relationship suddenly turned against each other like this, making Liu Yizhou feel uncomfortable.

But he had no way to persuade either.

"How long until the execution?"

Liu Yizhou asked again.

"72 minutes!"

Yao Chenqing replied.

"They’ve been in a standoff for this long?

"It’s a pity, if we could destroy those puppets, we wouldn’t need Su Yue and the others to intimidate them.

"These kids have really suffered!"

Liu Yizhou sighed with guilt.

...

Uh... ah...

Pain, pain, pain... Mu Cheng, easy on me, I’m going to die.

It hurts so much...

...

Burning radar.

A few people restarted the tactics for the rear pressure position.

The bloodletting had to be done in the midst of executing tactics, but it was truly painful.

"Sorry, I can’t be any gentler!"

Mu Cheng pierced through Du Jing’s Book’s skin with a sword, breaking the acupoint, feeling compassionate but helpless.

Actually, Mu Cheng was under great pressure too.

She couldn’t afford even the slightest mistake.

"Senior sister, don’t make a mistake, please."

Du Jing’s Book cried out again.

"These young people of the Divine Land, what kind of monsters are they... how can their swordsmanship be so precise, the force so accurately controlled?"

Xue Pinghai sighed with emotion.

He initially distrusted Mu Cheng, but now he greatly admired her.

Even swordsmen who had trained for 30 years may not match Mu Cheng’s precision.

"Bai Xiaolong, do you have a feeling?"

In the corner, Meng Yang sighed.

"What feeling?"

Bai Xiaolong gazed at the desolate battlefield, frowning and asking.

"We feel like useless, can’t help at all.

"Feng Jiajia’s insects, Mu Cheng’s sword, they’re all participating in the war, but us two... it’s indescribable."

Meng Yang’s expression held some disappointment.

"Isn’t it true, two dignified fifth-grade martial artists, sitting on the sidelines."

Bai Xiaolong sympathized.

On the battlefield below, adding us wouldn’t make a difference, nor would removing us.

But we don’t have any specialties.

Carrying weapons feels so awkward.

Yang Lezhi was still staring at the projection... and his tightly clenched fist had not relaxed from start to finish.

Xu Baiyan, are you suffering?

Yang Lezhi even wanted to endure everything for Xu Baiyan.

When they were together, quarreling and playing around, he didn’t feel much.

But now, watching her suffer and being powerless, this feeling almost suffocated Yang Lezhi.

He even... started to feel inferior.

Always talking about pursuing Xu Baiyan, vowing to give her a lifetime of stability.

But in the end?

What can I achieve?

Su Yue and the others are fighting desperately, while I’m just a spectator.

With so many lightning strikes, how could Xu Baiyan possibly not hurt?

Yang Lezhi’s heart seemed to be twisted by a knife.

At this moment, he suddenly grew up.

So, I’m still so weak, so inadequate.