"Nonsense!

"Didn't I tell you?

"I've said it many times, but would you, the expert from the Elixir Group, believe it?

"Who just said I was talking nonsense, who just said I was babbling?

"Except for a few of my friends, who has ever believed me?

"I told the truth, was it useful? I ask you, was it useful for me to say it?"

Su Yue, full of anger, questioned fiercely.

As expected.

Blaming others is a common trait among humans.

It's not about character; it's instinct.

Luckily, I didn't inform the three armies; otherwise, the one bearing the blame would have been their godfather.

"I'm sorry... I was impulsive."

Taking a deep breath, Ning Zhutao nodded toward Su Yue and apologized.

It was his own recklessness.

Can he blame Su Yue?

He spoke of the crisis, without missing a word.

Obviously, it was his own arrogance, his own disbelief.

Not even if Liu Yizhou said it would Ning Zhutao believe.

He only believed in his own research results.

Ning Zhutao picked up the Frost Vine Armor and resumed his frantic research.

Unfortunately, he got nowhere!

"What on earth is happening?"

The envoys from five countries were frightened, each one almost suffocating.

This scene was absolutely rare.

Just a moment ago it was a steel army, suddenly, countless martial artists were clutching their heads and rolling.

"Isn't this the tight headband's effect from the Divine Land's mythology?

"But something's off, why are Divine Land's people suffering from headaches, shouldn't the headband be placed on the monsters?"

The envoy from Mei Jian Country, who liked Divine Land's mythological stories, instantly thought of Sun Wukong in the myth.

This situation was exactly like Sun Wukong.

"Immediately notify the Ministry of Commerce to cancel all Frost Vine Armor orders from the Divine Land!"

The envoy from Lie Dian Country gave the direct order.

At the same time, envoys from other countries transmitted the message to their Ministry of Commerce, directly canceling all orders.

The Divine Land, this time had a disastrous failure.

...

Meanwhile, chaos reigned across all regions of the Divine Land.

The situation in Jiangwu, this turmoil, all martial artists, all military departments could see it.

Immediately, each corps commanded to remove the Frost Vine Armor, not delaying even for a second.

The leaders of each corps were terrified.

Frost Vine Armor.

It actually turned into a poison bug, which was unbelievably incredible.

Of course, the resurrection sound waves of Moke did not transmit elsewhere, so their Frost Vine Armor was still in normal condition.

But it had to be removed.

And the Research Institute's battle strategy department had gone mad.

All research personnel were ordered to return immediately, cancel all vacations, all leave, come back immediately, no one was allowed to delay, even retired research personnel were summoned back.

A major incident had occurred.

There was a problem with the Frost Vine Armor, which would affect this great war.

It might even be related to the execution of 31 Grandmasters in Thunder Sacrifice City.

The Elixir Group exploded, and the general manager urgently summoned research personnel back.

The Frost Vine Armor was a collaborative result of the Research Institute and the Elixir Group.

The Grandmasters from the cabinet personally arrived at the Research Institute to get to the bottom of it.

And the secret agents of the Zhenqin Corps began to act, setting out to investigate the Research Institute and the Elixir Group.

It might be espionage behavior from the Yangxiang Race.

The entire Divine Land was already in chaos.

Thunder Sacrifice City.

Xu Baiyan sat desolately under the Thunder Slash Platform; she was only waiting for the clash of thunder clouds, then to execute the Grandmasters, and fulfill her mission, other matters were none of her concern.

Meanwhile, Mo Qizheng looked extremely tense.

Damn it!

The battle situation suddenly worsened, catching everyone off guard.

Yuan Xingzi also watched the projection, his pupils sparkled with brilliance.

Indeed.

The aliens were still as cunning as ever.

...

"Hahaha, hahaha... Liu Yizhou, Yao Chenqing... how do you feel?

"Aren't you arrogant?

"Isn't the Divine Land proud?

"Killing a Fourth-Grade Martial Artist, you get carried away, thinking you've achieved victory? Ridiculous and stupid!

"Hahaha, two fools."

Looking at the devastated Divine Land Camp, Moke laughed hysterically, tears almost coming out.

Exhilarating.

Moke had brewed for this victory for so long.

He could barely wait for this scene.

"Moke, stop laughing, quickly order the army to charge, now is the best time!"

Other Grandmasters were also laughing along with Moke.

But Fei Xiao suddenly shouted.

What's there to laugh about, my grandson died, while you laugh heartily.

But Fei Xiao had to admit, Moke, this boy, was truly insidious.

He must have known long ago that the Frost Vine Armor was a bug-infested mess.

After the war, other races wouldn't dare to use Frost Vine Armor either.

Speaking of which, it was also particularly regrettable.

In the human camp.

There was a group of people who were spared.

Yes.

It was the Qi and Blood Martial Artists from Jiangyuan Country who were preparing to ignite the radar.

They were Qi and Blood Martial Artists, without any combat power, so wearing the Frost Vine Armor was useless.

So they avoided the disaster.

At this time, martial artists stepped into the burning radar one after another.

The Divine Land Corps was schemed against, now the final fortress for lower-tier martial artists was only the burning radar.

Rumble!

The burning radar even started rumbling, which was a sign of preparing to launch a death beam.

"Why are you in such a hurry?

"The execution is more than two hours away, we can end the war in less than an hour, there's plenty of time.

"But have you ever seen Liu Yizhou in this manner?

"Hahaha, look, we've fought against Liu Yizhou for so many years, when have we ever seen him look as if he's lost his father?

"Hahaha, funny!"

Moke also wasn't in a hurry to issue orders.

He was like an old cat, catching a mouse, not eating it yet, wanting to play for a while.

Rescuing 31 Grandmasters was not difficult at all; Moke had never worried about it.