On the way back to the battlefield, Su Yue was closely pursued by the Jing Niao City’s chasers, facing numerous dangers.

Yang Lezhi was only a Fourth-Grade, carrying a large sword and nearly had his leg broken. Thanks to Zhao Qian’en’s help, he barely escaped with his life, helpless against the pursuers that included a Grandmaster.

This couldn’t go on.

At that moment, a giant-winged bird demon beast flew over Su Yue and the group,

Su Yue hurriedly communicated with it in bird language... using demon language.

He offered to buy a ticket with human tribe’s pills, hoping the giant bird could carry them.

The bird could fly very high, and having wings was a racial talent. Although the Yangxiang Race Grandmaster could momentarily hover, the pursuer, being only a Seventh-Grade Camp General, couldn’t hover longer than the bird, as his Qi Blood wouldn’t permit it.

Buying a ticket to escape on a plane was the best way to survive.

Su Yue even flicked three pills directly into the bird’s mouth.

Under the influence of demon enchantment, the bird trusted Su Yue more, since the enchantment’s effect was to increase affinity with demon beasts and ease their vigilance.

Ultimately, Su Yue and his group executed a daring maneuver and all sat atop the bird’s back.

The Seventh-Grade Grandmaster was furious.

Unfortunately, he was ultimately one step too late.

Though the bird was only Fifth-Grade and could only fly, that was enough.

No matter how strong the Yangxiang Race was, they couldn’t gain an advantage in the air.

Close call, the bird successfully escaped.

The Camp General was forced to land, cursing vehemently, wanting to chase down Su Yue and his group, but he couldn’t catch up.

Besides, the Divine Elder was on expedition, and the large Jing Niao City needed his protection. The Camp General had to return in frustration.

No options.

If other races took advantage of the chaos to attack Jing Niao City, it would be a capital crime.

Yangxiang Race’s enemies weren’t just from the Divine Land but other races too, especially the Four-armed Race.

...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

...

Fierce winds swirled atop the bird’s back.

Yang Lezhi’s chest muscles bounced, looking bewildered from fright.

The escape earlier was too precarious.

But seated on the bird, everyone moved much faster.

They already saw both armies stretching endlessly in the distance, a war ready to explode.

"Bai Xiaolong, can you trigger the poison needle now?"

Su Yue asked coldly.

The battlefield was about to spiral out of control, the Tuyue Warriors had begun their charge.

This was the best time to detonate; if the Tuyue Warriors truly advanced, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Triggered already!"

Nearer and nearer to the army.

Bai Xiaolong controlled the box, and thankfully, he managed to trigger the toxins in the poison needle.

Afterward, Bai Xiaolong exhaled a long breath.

He avoided causing delays.

The tension was palpable.

Meng Yang stared incredulously at Yang Lezhi’s chest.

What treasure was this guy hiding?

Zhao Qian’en clenched his fists tightly, his gaze locked onto Celestial Net Prison.

Damn!

Lin Dongqi this fool had fallen for it ahead of time, they returned a bit late.

What to do?

Zhao Qian’en’s arm trembled, frost even spread across his fist.

Lin Dongqi entered Celestial Net Prison, unless he killed Cang Ji, he couldn’t come out, nor escape.

He was basically courting death.

The fool!

"Brother Garlic, what really is your name?"

Su Yue suddenly asked gravely.

"Why?"

Zhao Qian’en was startled.

His accusations of treachery had been cleared long ago, what significance did asking names have now.

"Amidst such chaos, it’s time to shout out our victories... how else could we gain fame!"

Su Yue smirked sinisterly.

"I’m Meng Yang, Meng from Mencius, and Yang like Little Fat Lamb."

Meng Yang quickly responded.

Wow.

Such opportunities for fame couldn’t be missed.

Su Yue, this guy, excelled at little tricks, both dull and enviable.

"Can you shut up?"

Bai Xiaolong felt embarrassed.

"I’m Zhao Qian’en."

At this point, Zhao Qian’en no longer needed to conceal his name, they’d find out sooner or later.

"Mm, get ready, we’ll turn the tide of battle!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The bird had consumed quite a few of Su Yue’s pills, though it felt panicked, it had received payment and thus must resolve the calamity, reluctant as it was, it needed to dive toward the battlefield.

"Bi-big brother, I’m actually quite scared, what should I do!"

Yang Lezhi trembled.

He was not only afraid of the battlefield but also somewhat afraid of heights.

"Hmph, lose some nerve!"

Bai Xiaolong gave Yang Lezhi a contemptuous glance.

"Bai Xiaolong, why is your arm shaking!"

Meng Yang commented.

"Zhao Qian’en, speaking of which, the name seems somewhat familiar, where have I heard it... where have I heard it? How odd."

Meng Yang frowned.

Zhao Qian’en.

An oddly familiar yet unfamiliar name.

...

The human tribe’s battlefield poised for engagement.

Many pioneers prepared for sacrifice, Grandmasters flew through the void, weapons in their hands shimmered in chaotic colors, the once clear sky momentarily shattered by turbulent air currents.

Facing the Tuyue Warriors, no one was unafraid; they were the Kings of the low-level battlefield.

But the Tuyue Warriors’ eyes suddenly exploded, leaving Zhao Qi Corps’ martial artists astonished.

What on earth happened?

Weren’t they supposed to self-destruct?

Why did their eyes explode first? 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Could this be some new trick?

"Stay alert, Tuyue Warriors might have new tricks!"

Martial artists at the forefront roared.

Damn Yangxiang Race, always full of flashy tricks.

However.

They seemed to have overthought it.

Those warriors with exploding eyes suddenly went berserk.

Yes.

Like they’d been scalded by boiling water, they went mad on the spot.