Chapter 1078 - 341: Grand Marshal’s Trump Card (3)

So, Wang Yetao relied on his amazing stealth ability and reached the Palm Eye Race’s city first.

Indeed, Qing Gai was relentless, and the Palm Eye Race was greedy enough.

The opponent assigned by Wang Yetao successfully fell into his trap and was doomed for certain death.

"If I leave the battlefield now, can you let me go?

"Wang Yetao, killing me will undoubtedly cost you some time, and in that time, you could easily kill Cang Ji.

"Cang Ji is not so easy to kill; you should immediately go kill him!"

Ying Guanming’s tone suddenly softened.

He knew that Divine Land was not joking, and Wang Yetao could indeed kill him.

"My battle tactics harm both the enemy and myself. If you don’t die, I’ll have to follow you for life. Do you think I can spare you?"

Wang Yetao sneered coldly.

"All Palm Eye Race warriors, attack Divine Land at all costs!

"Master archers, focus all your attacks on the Divine Land Grandmasters.

"Leave a few of you to shoot the Martial Artists in the Demon Slaying Altar.

"Immediately, immediately, shoot with all your might, leave no one behind, don’t leave me a single one!"

Ying Guanming roared hysterically.

He had let his rage cloud his judgment.

It was disaster from the heavens, for no apparent reason am I suffering this calamity.

Seeing that he’s about to die, the Palm Eye Race holds back nothing.

If I’m going to die, why save arrows?

Shoot quickly.

Shoot all of them for me.

The lower-level warriors of the Palm Eye Race stayed in the city; Ying Guanming did not bring them to die.

Among the master archers, two could launch a rain of arrows.

Though such arrows were of little consequence to grandmasters, they were the nightmare of the lower battlefield.

"Wang Yetao, even in death, I won’t let your Divine Land have it easy... you deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

Ying Guanming shouted hoarsely in anger.

Qing Gai looked complicated.

Another pig of a teammate.

A ten-year Peak Pill, that was my chance to break through to the peak.

Yet you let it be taken by Divine Land.

Living pig.

Living pig is better than you.

Simply foolish.

But Ying Guanming is at least somewhat useful.

Though his Qi Blood was sealed by Divine Land, his men hidden in the arrow tower could still cause significant trouble for Divine Land.

The Palm Eye Race’s arrows are precious, and this miserably stingy beast Ying Guanming is also miserly.

His all-out assault on Divine Land at least counts for something.

At the very least, don’t let the Demon Slaying Altar be wasted.

Regrettably, I’ve already sacrificed such a precious pill for victory!

Originally, everything went smoothly, but unfortunately leaked, and caused disgrace!

Bai Jinghao frowned deeply.

The Palm Eye Race ultimately is a hassle, although the Ninth Grade is sealed, those master archers still have no one going against them.

Whish!

Whish!

Whish!

Whish whish whish whish whish whish!

Finally, arrows from the arrow tower once again pierced the sky.

Three master arrows led the way.

Following them were countless rain of arrows.

Not right.

Not just three.

Under Ying Guanming’s order, the Palm Eye Race went crazed.

Another five master arrows followed suit.

The Human Race Grandmasters all looked solemn.

The test has truly begun.

And the Alien Race Grandmasters all displayed vicious smiles, seeing it as an opportunity.

They surged toward the humans, seeking to disrupt the Human Race Grandmasters’ formations.

Within the Demon Slaying Altar, all Martial Artists were pale-faced.

They could sense that the showers of arrows had them as targets.

To the Fifth-Grade Martial Artists, these arrows were King Yama’s summons to death.

The critical issue was they were confined within the cramped territory of the Demon Slaying Altar and could not leave, or else the alien races would invade.

Whish whish whish!

The arrows drew closer and closer.

Gong Ling remained expressionless!

She already knew about the Palm Eye Race before coming, having personally met the Grand Marshal.

Facing this torrential rain of arrows, Gong Ling showed indifference and did not shoot, nor did she block the master arrows.

The youths of the Grandmaster Chain in the Demon Slaying Altar also looked on indifferently at the raining arrows, fearless.

"All Divine Land Grandmasters, prepare to counter-kill the Alien Race Grandmasters at all costs!"

Gong Ling’s voice suddenly echoed through the sky!

...

Divine Land Military Department!

An Yushan looked at Yuan Longhan in astonishment.

She never expected that Yuan Longhan had used Wang Yetao to scheme against the Palm Eye Race’s Ninth Grade from the start.

Ying Guanming is extremely timid; he’ll flee faster than a dog at the slightest hint of danger.

Yet he’s a long-range Ninth Grade, posing a great threat to Divine Land, far surpassing several Ninth Grades of the Yangxiang Race.

In such a great war, Yuan Longhan even thought to plot against Ying Guanming.

Indeed, the older, the wiser.

"Marshal, what about Ying Guanming’s men? Divine Land has no reinforcements; we can’t possibly fend them off."

An Yushan admired Yuan Longhan for Wang Yetao’s affair.

She never knew the plan was so meticulously executed.

But when it came to the carnage from the Palm Eye Race, An Yushan had no idea how Yuan Longhan would respond.

She looked through the records of all Divine Land Grandmasters.

It’s gone.

Divine Land had no extra Grandmasters left to deploy to the battlefield.

"Wait!

"Wang Yetao finally lured out Ying Guanming, now it’s time to close the net.

"Unfortunately, the Grandmaster Chain arrived a bit late, nearly missing the second wave of teleportation. I have to thank Su Yue."

Yuan Longhan shook his head.

He hadn’t anticipated the second wave of teleportation to be intercepted.

War inevitably comes with losses.

Yuan Longhan estimated the alien races would teleport between three and five waves.

He didn’t expect Su Yue to be a variable.

Now that the fish is drawn out, it’s time to close the net.

To be honest, these trump cards could’ve been played from the start, yet they must remain hidden.

Even if Zhao Qian’en and the others failed, they had to conceal them.

These trump cards were useless against the absolute peak.

"Marshal, what is the trump card!"

An Yushan anxiously almost jumped up.

To still play coy at this point.

"See for yourself!"

Yuan Longhan smiled.

At this moment, An Yushan’s eyes locked onto the light screen, both her pupils flickering continuously.

...

Tick tock!

Tick tock!

Tick tock!

At some unknown time, the battlefield resonated with the ticking of a clock.

Though faint, everyone could hear it.

Simultaneously.

On the Grandmaster Battlefield, above each Human Race Grandmaster’s head, a countdown clock gleamed in golden hue.

Each one flashed brightly, without exception.

"All Divine Land Grandmasters, prepare to counter-kill with everything!

"Twilight Clock state, initiating in three seconds!"

Gong Ling’s voice resounded once again.

At the first moment of flashing golden light, Su Yue turned to the distance.

Indeed.

It’s the retirement support team from the You’an Mansion.

Everyone’s present.

Mentor Sima Lingling, Uncle Lu Xiliang, and the white-haired Lu Jianghao, even his junior sister Ma Xiaoyu was in the team.

The other warriors were also elderly folks.

In the center of the team, an ancient clock was making the tick-tock sound.

For some reason, at this moment, Su Yue’s eyes were slightly misty.

"Greed Wolf Camp of Shenchu City, bringing the Gate of Fushi Hell to assist.

"All Divine Land Grandmasters, your Qi Blood will instantly recover to peak state, rest assured to kill the enemy, use your most powerful moves, and try to kill as many as possible."

Before Su Yue could finish his reflection, he suddenly heard a familiar voice again.

It’s the Greed Wolf Camp.

Indeed.

Another group emerged from the darkness.

Greed Wolf 01, Greed Wolf 02, Greed Wolf 03, Greed Wolf 04, Greed Wolf 05.

They carried the Gate of Fushi Hell with determination written on their faces.

In that moment, Su Yue’s mind went blank, he felt suffocated!

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