One must know, there isn't a single Martial Artist who doesn't need elixirs.

Wet Realm!

Eight Races Sacred Land.

This is the core region of the Eight Races within the Wet Realm. Compared to other places in the Wet Realm, the Eight Races Sacred Land is much drier, though still incomparable to Earth.

Within the Eight Races Sacred Land, there are the absolute zeniths of each race.

At this moment, the Martial Artists of the Eight Races living in the Sacred Land are also watching the two screens of Divine Land.

31 Grandmasters are being decapitated by the Thunder Slash Blade one after another.

Numerous data points in Mao Yao City are being destroyed one by one, countless resources being seized by the human race and taken to the city gates.

"Elder, why don't we go to war with the humans!"

A Ninth-Grade Palm Eye Race is kneeling outside the main hall, questioning the Peak Elder.

"The Palm Eye Race has only two Grandmasters, and they are already dead. Do you think two Grandmasters are worthy of me taking action?"

The Palm Eye Race Peak Elder retorts.

"Elder, the Grandmaster of the Blood Boiling Race cannot be killed in vain!"

Similarly, someone from the Blood Boiling Race is requesting the Peak Elder to take action!

"If I leave the Eight Races Sacred Land, who will defend against the enemy?"

The Blood Boiling Race Peak Elder questions back.

"Elder, Mao Yao City is broken, and the humans are slaughtering Yangxiang Race Grandmasters. We cannot tolerate this!"

Outside the Yangxiang Race Holy Hall, there are Grandmasters also requesting to go to battle.

"Order Mo Kai back to the Eight Races Sacred Land!

"Yangxiang Race is besieged on all sides, our greatest enemy is the other seven races."

The voice of the Peak Elder echoes.

Meanwhile.

The Four-armed Race and Steel Bone Race Peak Elders also have reasons not to act.

The Steel Bone Race Peak Elder believes that the disgrace lies in Grandmasters not resolutely committing suicide when captured, and thus, they deserve their fate.

The Four-armed Race Peak Elder does not wish to face Yuan Longhan.

The other three races watch on with a spectator's attitude.

"The obstinate old fools of the Wet Realm's Eight Races still bear grudges, unable to see the might of the Earth Martial Artists.

"How many years of peace does the Wet Realm have left?"

On a high peak in the Eight Races Sacred Land, an Eight-Grade Yangxiang Race sighs.

He overlooks the prosperous and tranquil Eight Races Sacred Land.

And then turns to glance at the chaotic Mao Yao City.

Perhaps, in another hundred years, the Eight Races Sacred Land might become the next Mao Yao City.

These stubborn old zeniths are too arrogant.

In the Wet Realm's various cities, every Martial Artist can see the execution situation in Thunder Sacrifice City.

Ordinary Martial Artists are still fine, they do not know what the Thunder Slash Blade signifies.

But those Grandmasters from other races are truly scared out of their wits.

Those Grandmasters frequently at war with Divine Land, all start worrying about their own futures.

What if they are captured alive by Divine Land, what will they do then?

Will they also become one of the executed?

Life would be worse than death.

...

Thunder Sacrifice City!

Xu Baiyan grows increasingly weak.

But her heart is stubborn; she grits her teeth and perseveres.

31 Grandmasters, 22 have been beheaded, leaving 9 more.

"Yao Chenqing, you saved my life once, I remember your kindness, so I agreed to repay you.

"Once this matter is over, Yao Chenqing, you and I, will be severing all ties!"

Swoosh!

Xu Baiyan's hand rises and falls, and yet another alien head flies high.

The wails of the Yangxiang Race seem to pierce the sky.

...

"Four-armed Race, Sixth Grade… On the sixth battlefield, slaughtered 235 Divine Land Martial Artists, ruthlessly brutal, a crime worthy of death... Verdict: execute mercilessly!"

...

Mo Qizheng is still coldly pronouncing judgment.

Looking at Xu Baiyan, his heart also feels a pang of sourness.

But there's no way, in all of Divine Land, only Xu Baiyan can operate the Thunder Slash Blade.

Mao Yao City!

...

"Good news, our army successfully breached Mao Yao City's material depot, seizing 6000 carts of resources of various kinds!"

"Good news, our army successfully breached Mao Yao City's elixir depot, seizing 500 carts of various elixirs, types unknown."

"Good news, our army successfully breached Mao Yao City's book depot, seizing 39 carts of bark parchments."

...

Reports of success resound one after the other.

In Mao Yao City, there is a large resources cart factory, and the streets are densely occupied by wooden carts transporting resources.

Armory, elixir depot, book depot, nine garrison camps, City Lord's Mansion, Elder Hall, Nine Beasts Mountain, forging room, warehouses.

Countless resources, continuously piling up at the city gate.

The quantity of resources accumulated in Mao Yao City is so vast that even Liu Yizhou's heart pounds wildly.

In the distance, Fei Xiao and others secretly curse the human race as ruthless.

At least leave us some soup and remnants.

Meanwhile, from Jiangyuan Country, countless transport carts are being pushed over, as the resources are simply too numerous, Mao Yao City's wooden carts cannot carry them all.

The Luojian Beasts of Nine Beasts Mountain have also thoroughly destroyed that place.

Mo Kai cannot bear to look at the plight of Mao Yao City.

And those Yangxiang Race Grandmasters who stayed to resist have all been killed by the human race, not a single one survived.

Faced with these staunch warriors, the human race has given them due respect.

Meanwhile, on another street, the ordinary low-tier Martial Artists of the Yangxiang Race are being detained, closely watched by many Martial Artists.

There are so many of the Yangxiang Race; there's simply no time to kill them all.

"What will happen to these Yangxiang Race people in the future?"

Su Yue and Mu Cheng walked to the area where the prisoners were gathered.

Amidst the kneeling Yangxiang Race, Su Yue suddenly saw Lan Qi.

She bore a deep knife wound to the bone, and her condition looked dire.

Subsequently, Su Yue asked a question.

"Humph, they'll be detained back to Divine Land, subjected to harsh interrogation, to see if we can extract some intelligence about the Yangxiang Sect.

"After a while, there will be a public trial.

"Those below Third Grade might be sent to various battlefields to repair fortifications or could be driven to attract monstrous beasts."

A Sixth-Grade major general said.

Facing Su Yue, the miraculous young man, the Sixth-Grade major general was very polite.

Of course, Su Qingfeng was also a factor.

"After the public trial, it will be the death sentence, right?"

Su Yue asked again.

"Yes, more or less, those above Fourth Grade from other races are likely to cause problems."

The major general replied again.

"Hmm."

Su Yue nodded.

Subsequently, he seemed to be strolling casually, unintentionally walking to Lan Qi's side.

"Red Pot, Red Pot!"

At this moment, Lan Qi no longer had the appearance of a Yangxiang Race noblewoman.

Her hair was disheveled, her face possibly stomped into the mud, looking abjectly wretched.

The human race, no one appreciates her peerless beauty.

But even having been captured, Lan Qi was still muttering about Red Pot.

Swish!

Suddenly, Su Yue reached out and drew a long knife from a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist beside him.

Puff!

Then, Su Yue straightforwardly and cleanly stabbed the knife into Lan Qi's chest.

His chain blade, in the Wet Realm, cannot be used at all.

As for Lan Qi.

Su Yue could only help her this much.

Lan Qi's special status might result in special treatment by the Ministry of Justice.

After all, she once helped him.

This was the least he could do for her.

To Lan Qi, this was already the best outcome.

At least, she could be spared the torment.

Sorry, sworn enemies, to the death, no rest.

"Su Yue, you..."

The major general was taken aback.

Su Yue had gone mad, even killing a Fourth-Grade prisoner.

"She dared to glare at me, so I killed her."

Su Yue didn't explain much.

To others, this was just an interlude.

"Carry her away!"

As expected, no one cared.

...

"Oh, it's actually the heart of an absolute zenith!

"So that's it, that bastard Mo Kai was able to cultivate demonic martial tactics, the root is this absolute zenith heart!"

Su Qingfeng, sensing anomalies in the bone orb, directly finds the White Corpse Pool.

Subsequently, he shatters the White Corpse Pool.

Who would have thought, at the bottom of the pool, there was an eternal absolute zenith heart.

"Qingfeng, congratulations on finding a wild absolute zenith heart, you can retreat and cultivate for a while now."

At this time, Liu Yizhou smiles and says.

The emergence of an absolute zenith heart, all these Ninth Grades have a sense of it.

But hearing Liu Yizhou mention a wild absolute zenith heart, Yan Chenyun and others could only chuckle.

Wild, this means it is not a trophy.

The heart belongs to Su Qingfeng himself.

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