Chapter 1069 - 338: In Dire Straits, Revived from Death (Part 2)

Su Yue’s voice continued to echo.

In his tone, he felt it was unfair for Heiye.

In the Divine Land Camp, all the Martial Artists looked at Su Yue with admiration.

Impressive.

At such a young age, he already knows how to subvert the number two figure of the enemy army. This use of a counter-insurgency strategy is flawless.

Brave and wise, this is truly a dragon among men in the Divine Land.

In this battle, Su Yue deserves the highest credit.

"Shut up! I never made any deal with you. I have never betrayed the Clan Venerable, I...ugh..."

Heiye couldn’t tolerate it any longer.

He was furious, about to lash out at Su Yue.

This shameless little bastard, fabricating facts to frame him, truly a beast.

However.

Before Heiye could finish his sentence, the wrath of the Yangxiang Race had already descended upon him.

An Eighth-Grade Martial Artist struck directly at his chest, causing Heiye to spit blood, instantly seriously injuring him.

"Heiye, you deserve a thousand deaths!"

Several Eighth-Grades were about to eradicate Heiye.

"You... you won’t even listen to my explanation!"

Heiye was seriously injured, but he had been preparing for escape.

However, at this point, Heiye had no way to flee far away; with a turn of his eyes, he directly burned his birth Qi Blood, surprisingly returning to Jing Niao City.

Indeed.

Heiye had already planned his escape route; he fled directly back to Jing Niao City.

So fast that even the Ninth-Grades didn’t have time to react.

"You dare to escape!"

The Eighth-Grade Yangxiang Race followed closely behind.

Rumble!

Unfortunately, he collided directly with the barrier above Jing Niao City, even feeling dizzy from the impact.

There were defensive magical artifacts left by Cang Ji above Jing Niao City.

"Listen to my explanation, I really didn’t betray the Clan Venerable!"

On the city wall, Heiye’s face was indescribably dark.

He was the City Lord of Jing Niao City; only he and Cang Ji could activate this city’s defensive magical artifacts.

However, now that Cang Ji was ensnared and had no time to activate the artifacts, Jing Niao City became Heiye’s turtle shell.

There was also a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist on the city wall, but this Grandmaster was Heiye’s confidant.

He had long received Heiye’s message and was ready to activate the defensive magical artifacts at any time.

Thus, Heiye gained temporary safety.

"Heiye, you beast, won’t you turn back?"

A Deputy City Lord of Jing Niao City angrily reprimanded.

"You, quickly open the defensive magical artifacts."

An Eighth-Grade turned and commanded the Deputy City Lord.

"These magical artifacts can only be opened by the Clan Venerable and Heiye; we don’t have permission."

The Deputy City Lord was seething with anger.

"Damn it!"

The face of the Eighth-Grade brought by Qing Gai twisted in rage.

"We will deal with Heiye’s matter later!

"Cangji Cave is an absolute peak powerhouse; the Clan Venerable couldn’t have been killed by a Divine Land Ninth-Grade. Manage your own battlefield!"

At this moment, Qing Gai roared in anger.

Due to Heiye, the defense above the Demon Slaying Altar had already been breached by human Grandmasters.

Their primary goal was still to occupy the Demon Slaying Altar.

"Heiye, wait, I will have you torn to pieces."

Rumble!

Leaving a vicious remark, the two Eighth-Grades pursuing Heiye hurriedly returned.

Indeed, the Divine Land Martial Artists were exceptionally cunning.

They almost occupied the airspace of the Demon Slaying Altar with this fleeting moment.

Of course, with the return of the two Eighth-Grades, the battle returned to a stalemate.

"Damn it, just one step away!"

The generals of the Divine Land gnash their teeth.

If those two Eighth-Grades could have tangled with Heiye for a few more seconds, they might have occupied the Demon Slaying Altar.

But now, they were left with nothing.

"What is going on?"

Meanwhile, Su Yue also saw Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang from the sky.

He jumped down directly from the rock-piercing armor, landing beside Bai Xiaolong.

Others might be unfamiliar, but these were his comrades.

Since Heiye had already returned to Jing Niao City, his counter-insurgency no longer held any significance.

Regardless of whether Jing Niao City believed Heiye’s rebellion, he already had no chance of survival.

"This Demon Slaying Altar can transport foreign races to various cities in the Divine Land, with coordinates randomly distributed.

"The first round of transmission has ended, and many warehouses in the Divine Land were breached. These outsiders not only plundered goods but also killed many ordinary people.

"The only way to stop the foreign race transmission is to occupy that area in the lower-grade battlefield.

"But there’s a problem now.

"Those few hundred mucus-like martial artists have a kind of toxin on them. Although it’s not lethal, it’s absolutely untouchable; even a touch would put a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist into a temporary poisoned state.

"We have no way to break through that line."

Bai Xiaolong briefly introduced the issue with the Poison Water Corps.

With the second round of transmission about to begin, the low-grade corps remained helpless.

"Directly transmitted to human cities?"

Upon hearing this, Su Yue frowned.

It seems that his intelligence wasn’t thorough enough; Jing Niao City actually had such a thing.

He looked at the Poison Water Corps again.

Truly disgusting, every one of them.

According to Bai Xiaolong’s description, the Poison Water Corps was best at defense, with attack power and speed almost negligible.

"Hmph, foolish Wuwen Race, just wait.

"The first transmission was a test run; this time, we’ll avoid cities with Grandmasters.

"This time, we’re going to rampage through the cities, making you fools regret it, haha!"

Behind the Poison Water Corps, a Fifth-Grade Commander sneered through gritted teeth.

The absolute peak was in crisis.

The Grandmaster Battlefield also held no great advantage.

But the low-grade battlefield of Jing Niao City was bound to achieve great success.

This time, Elder Qing Gai promised that martial artists who performed outstandingly on the battlefield would have the opportunity to train at the Eight Races Sacred Land for some time.