This war's aim is not a life-and-death struggle, but to restrain. Everyone here is Ninth Grade, restraining you for a month isn't much of a problem.

In the end, this war is still a battle of low-grade martial artists.

Unfortunately, the Divine Land is already ruined.

Moke's mouth curled up in sarcasm, his face full of mockery.

His opponent was none other than Liu Yizhou.

However!

In the next second, Moke was astounded.

Liu Yizhou looked murderous, but he was feinting.

Then, without a word, he dashed straight towards the Wet Ghost Tower entrance, which was simply bizarre.

"Liu Yizhou, where are you going?"

Moke instinctively wanted to block him.

There's always something suspicious when something unusual happens, Liu Yizhou is acting strangely.

However.

He misjudged Liu Yizhou's aim, his figure was blocked by Yao Chenqing.

At the same time, two other Ninth Grade humans had successfully restrained Ying Mountain Ridge and his companions.

Just like that, in a blink of an eye, Liu Yizhou's figure disappeared.

He successfully headed into the wet realm.

...

"41..."

"40..."

"39..."

Su Yue was still counting down.

But when he saw Liu Yizhou rush into the wet realm, a smile appeared on his face.

Victory!

His foster father must have gone to support Gao Xingzhong.

"Su Yue, at this moment, why are you still smiling?"

Du Jing's Book asked in confusion.

Others were also puzzled.

It was obvious that a human Ninth Grade couldn't instantly kill an alien race.

But Liu Yizhou's actions were somewhat incomprehensible.

"The catastrophe has passed.

"Everyone, get ready to distribute the Detoxification Pills to everyone.

"Bai Xiaolong, you're fast. I'll boost your speed later, distribute the Detoxification Pills to each martial artist as quickly as possible, prioritize the Fifth Grade."

Su Yue couldn't be bothered to count down any longer and directly told Bai Xiaolong.

This guy ran fast.

"Su Yue, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Bai Xiaolong and the others looked bewildered.

What catastrophe is over, and what Detoxification Pills... Is this kid sleepwalking in broad daylight?

Rumble!

They didn't have time to dwell on what Su Yue was saying.

In less than ten seconds, a loud explosion came from the Wet Ghost Tower entrance, and then Liu Yizhou returned directly.

This time, he wasn't coming back empty-handed. In Liu Yizhou's hands was a chain, with seven people hanging from it.

Yes!

Dressed in tattered clothes, covered in mud, looking like monkeys pulled out of the mire.

And most strikingly, each of them carried a large bundle on their back.

"Stop Liu Yizhou quickly!"

Moke shrieked.

This old man is acting abnormally.

Unfortunately, by the time the other three Ninth Grades reacted, the human camp already had an Eighth Grade to support Liu Yizhou.

Rumble!

Rumble!

After a deafening roar, Liu Yizhou and his team returned safely, no one was willing to entangle with them.

At this time, Gao Xingzhong and his team were also thrown down.

Liu Yizhou and the three Ninth Grades continued to maintain the highest security barrier.

After a brief attack, everything returned to the beginning.

Both sides were still in a standoff.

...

All the alien races were watching the Hidden Eagle Combat Camp.

Even the human martial artists experiencing severe headaches glanced at these few people out of curiosity.

Where did they come from?

...

"Good news!

"West Martial Su Yue, leading the charge bravely, took the risk to trick the Yangxiang Race and obtained the Frost Vine Armor antidote, entrusted the Hidden Eagle Combat Camp to transport it back.

"Tested and proved, the antidote is effective."

...

After landing, Gao Xingzhong immediately raised the bundle high and shouted with the loudest voice he could muster.

In an instant, a hoarse voice echoed through the sky.

Gao Xingzhong was also stifled.

Almost delayed major events.

They should have returned earlier, but who knew the alien army would suddenly block the Wet Ghost Tower entrance, so they could only wait for an opportunity.

Finally found a chance, but it was still a step late.

But Su Yue's pills just happened to come in handy.

The credit belongs to Su Yue, not to be taken, but the Hidden Eagle Combat Camp can also gain some glory.

Dead silence!

As Gao Xingzhong's words fell, the whole scene plunged into silence.

Even the martial artists rolling in pain stared in disbelief.

They were in agony but hadn't lost the ability to think.

Upon hearing the words Frost Vine Armor antidote, their eyes seemed to burst into flames.

"Bai Xiaolong, Meng Yang, quick... distribute the pills!"

Shu!

Shu!

With two speed boosts, Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang rushed towards the Hidden Eagle Combat Camp.

Although I don't know what I'm doing, whatever it is, just do it.

"I'll distribute the pills!"

When Bai Xiaolong rushed over, Gao Xingzhong directly threw the bag of pills to him.

Gao Xingzhong had already seen Su Yue.

He knew Bai Xiaolong was someone sent by Su Yue.

"Hurry, help distribute the pills!"

On the Divine Land Martial Artist's side, there weren't many who could move.

The Grandmasters had to confront the alien races, only Bai Xiaolong and the rest could be used, and Wang Lu Feng and others also got busy.

...

"How ridiculous, Liu Yizhou, is this your trump card?"

Moke grit his teeth in anger but still laughed crazily.

He was only angry at being tricked by Liu Yizhou, as for the Frost Vine Armor antidote? 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Pfft, an antidote.

I've researched for so many years and still don't know where the antidote is.

You robbed the Yangxiang Race?

You could only steal a pile of dog crap.

"Moke, what do we do, Liu Yizhou found the antidote."

Fei Xiao shouted anxiously.

Unbelievable.

Why are the Divine Land martial artists so elusive, even managing to steal the antidote from Moke?

Damn it.

The good situation was ruined just like that.

"Why panic, those are not antidotes at all. If Liu Yizhou can find the antidote, I'll give him my head."

Moke disdainfully sneered.

At the same time, the alien army was also watching the human camp.

The first batch of antidote had been distributed to the Fifth-Grade Martial Artists of the Divine Land.

"Moke, your foul mouth, are you still saying that's not the antidote?"