Chapter 1210: Su Yue, I Believe You Are a Gentleman

More and more wounded were crowding inside the third shield; sooner or later, this would cause problems. There were too many wounded, and they were only coming in, not going out. This was no solution at all. The main issue was that the third shield was too small, with a limited area.

“This won’t work! We have to transport the wounded out; the shield’s area will run out of space soon!” a Fifth Grade of the Zhenqin Corps shouted.

There was still an endless stream of Martial Artists climbing up from the Underground City, but the third shield was only so big. It would collapse sooner or later.

The Major General kept a grim face and remained silent. The situation was critical, and they could only hope for a miracle. Hopefully, the Marshal had some other way.

“Look, it’s the Ninth Grades! The Ninth Grades have arrived!”

Finally, at the edge of the people’s vision, three blinding clusters of light appeared. They came from the horizon like three meteors streaking across the sky. Trailing burning flames along their path, they seemed to leave three terrifying bridges across the firmament.

Su Yue’s heart pounded wildly. He gathered his Qi Blood in his eyes, forcing himself to enhance his vision. Actually, calling it physical vision wasn’t entirely accurate; it was more like a forced enhancement of perception.

It was Wang Yetao, Yan Chenyun, and Mo Qizheng.

Wang Yetao was a General of the Zhenqin Corps. Yan Chenyun was a General of the Yan Gui Corps. Mo Qizheng was the Minister of the Ministry of Justice.

Aside from Mo Qizheng, the other two Ninth Grades were Su Yue’s acquaintances. Even with Mo Qizheng, Su Yue had crossed paths on the battlefield, but because his dad hated the man, Su Yue had no real relationship with him.

“The Generals are here! We’re saved.”

“The Generals have finally returned. Once they drive away this giant face, everyone will be saved.”

Many of the wounded stood up in excitement, shouting themselves hoarse. Of course, many others kept grim faces and remained silent. Things weren’t that optimistic.

Fei Ningxiao was a Peak expert, and one who had come with the determination to die. Could a mere three Ninth Grades drive away this Peak expert?

Su Yue’s frown deepened. The Divine Land had quite a few Ninth Grades, so why did only three come? Obviously, the other Generals were likely being tied down. While the Divine Land had many Ninth Grades, the Wet Realm had even more. Pinning down the Divine Land’s Generals wasn’t a difficult task for them at all. Moreover, the Divine Land was currently facing the Five Races Alliance Army, an army personally orchestrated by a Peak expert.

There were simply too few Ninth Grades.

Not to mention distant matters, just in the recently concluded battle at Jing Niao City, killing Cang Ji—who had already been sabotaged by Lin Dongqi—had exhausted the painstaking efforts of several Ninth Grades, and they had even nearly failed. This time, against Fei Ningxiao, the odds of winning were slim.

Sure enough, Bai Ziqing and several commanders of the Zhenqin Corps also wore livid expressions. The Ninth Grades had arrived, but they hadn’t brought any true hope.

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“Fei Ningxiao, coming to Earth on your own accord is simply courting death!” Wang Yetao roared, and a terrifying giant wave crashed against Fei Ningxiao’s massive face.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

Space vibrated. Under the terrifying bombardment, the giant face rippled constantly like a mass of disgusting slime, only to recover in an instant.

RUMBLE! RUMBLE!

Yan Chenyun and Mo Qizheng’s ultimate strikes also landed in quick succession.

RUMBLE!

A massive mushroom cloud unfurled in the sky. The terrifying shockwave caused many people to go temporarily blind. At this moment, it was as if three stars had detonated in the sky above Dongdu City.

“Hahaha! Hahaha, Ninth Grades of the Divine Land, you’ve arrived too late!”

However, as the explosion subsided, Fei Ningxiao’s recently torn giant face reassembled itself without a single sign of damage. Indeed, it was exactly the same as before—completely unscathed. The giant face mocked the three Ninth Grade reinforcements as if looking at three idiots.

“You beast, your enemy is me! Why aren’t you fighting back? Are you too scared?” Mo Qizheng raised his palm and roared.

At the same time, countless bolts of lightning scattered outwards with his palm as the epicenter. The initially gray world was instantly illuminated in blinding brilliance. In an instant, the sky had become a sea of lightning.

Fei Ningxiao’s face was already gigantic enough, but under the shroud of the sea of lightning, it seemed to shrink slightly. Whether it was the shelter, the heavily guarded Dongdu City, or the endlessly arriving reinforcements, everyone was so shocked that they could barely breathe.

This sea of lightning was simply a literal hell.

“Could it be that Mo Qizheng stole the peerless combat tactics of the Thunder Race?” Su Yue looked curious.

“Huh, a power plant?” Suddenly, Su Yue noticed that far away, an endless stream of electricity was also spreading upward.

He came to a sudden realization. No wonder Mo Qizheng didn’t show this level of power when fighting Cang Ji. Although he had used lightning back then, it was nowhere near this scale. He was actually utilizing the local power plant. After all, there were no power plants in the Wet Realm.

Sure enough, fighting on one’s home turf came with all sorts of advantages.

“Hmph, ants!” Fei Ningxiao’s disdainful voice echoed, its rolling sound waves spreading out. Even the lightning hell seemed to be suppressed, flickering dimly.

“Hmph, Fei Ningxiao, you dare to invade my Divine Land? Today, I’ll make sure there’s no return for you! Thunderbolt Strike, Thunder God Kill!”

Mo Qizheng was surrounded by countless webs of lightning. His entire body expanded dozens of times, making him look just like a lightning giant stepping upon the void. With a furious roar, the lightning giant stomped its foot right onto Fei Ningxiao’s massive face.

BOOM!

At that moment, everyone closed their eyes. The blinding light seemed to evaporate the very sky, threatening to sear people’s eyes blind as if they were staring into the sun. Even the Martial Artists who forced their eyes open couldn’t see anything.

The entire world was reduced to a stark white, devoid of any other color.