Although this text was complete, Yang Lezhi could not recognize a single word.

At this moment, the mask in his palm was also shattered into pieces, with some parts reduced to ash.

Yang Lezhi looked again and again, even the eerie aura from the mask had dissipated.

Afterward, Yang Lezhi discarded the fragments.

As for the text in his mind, it was certainly related to the fragments in his hand, but Yang Lezhi didn't say anything.

This kind of matter, only he himself knew, so there was no need to speak carelessly.

Being a martial artist does not mean being selfless.

At the very least, Yang Lezhi needed to study it himself first to see what exactly this text was about.

"It's over!"

Su Yue stood on the roof of a house with Mu Cheng, expressing admiration.

"Yes, it was like a dream."

Mu Cheng also sighed with emotion.

War is indeed unpredictable.

Originally, it was a well-matched offensive and defensive battle.

But who could have imagined that the methods of Mo Armor were endless, yet even more unexpectedly, the Divine Land Martial Artists ultimately proved superior.

In the end, the human martial artists completed a counterattack, even capturing the prosperous Mao Yao City.

"The Spiritual Spring of this city is destroyed!"

Suddenly, Su Yue turned to look into the distance.

"Hey... indeed, the Spiritual Qi fluctuations covering the city have disappeared."

Mu Cheng was also taken aback.

The largest Spiritual Spring of the Eight Races in the Wetland is the Eight Races Sacred Land, inhabited by the Peak Race Venerable.

Centered around the Eight Races Sacred Land, the Endless Mountain Range still harbors countless Spiritual Springs, and theoretically, if one can find a Spiritual Spring, a city can be established.

A long time ago, the Eight Races of the Wetland were all contesting for these Spiritual Springs.

Eventually, the current situation was formed.

Each of the eight races occupies some Spiritual Springs, building walls around them. Some cities bloom with prosperity, with populations rivaling even the Eight Races Sacred Land.

The role of the Spiritual Spring is immense.

It can fill the city with Spiritual Qi and make the interior of the city slightly drier. Even martial artists who drink Spiritual Spring Water cultivate faster.

One could say that a Spiritual Spring is the foundation of a city.

Without a Spiritual Spring, the city is a dead city, meaningless, indistinguishable from the wilderness.

"The Eighth Grades have returned, the war is officially over!"

Su Yue slowly exhaled a foul breath.

In the distance, the Eighth Grade martial artists who had just destroyed the Spiritual Pond were returning one by one.

By this time, the gathered supplies had already been transported, leaving little remaining.

Boom! Boom!

Countless Arrow Beast Demons rushed down from the Nine Beasts Mountain.

Each had blood-red pupils, seething with extreme anger.

After the Divine Land Corps retreated, the Arrow Beast Demons rampaged like venting fury, demolishing all buildings in Mao Yao City, leaving destruction in their wake.

...

Thunder Sacrifice City!

When the last Alien Race head was cut down, the swirling clouds in the sky began to thin.

The first piercing rays of sunlight finally broke through the overcast skies.

Unfailingly.

These rays of sunlight shone on Xu Baiyan, while the rolling thunder radiance on her body also began to dissipate.

So tired!

Xu Baiyan's mind was a blank, her body weak and soft, as if all her energy had been drained, unable to even stand upright.

The entire world was spinning.

Whoosh!

At this moment, Mo Qizheng flickered and directly supported Xu Baiyan.

Then, a Sixth Grade major general came over, immediately taking Xu Baiyan to the Divine Land's specialized hospital.

Although it didn't rain heavily, Thunder Sacrifice City still gave people a feeling of rainbows after the rain.

Martial artists from the Ministry of Justice stepped forward to deal with the beheaded Alien Race Grandmasters.

...

Jiangwu City!

Xue Pinghai and Old Black did not go to the Wetland, they were waiting for the army's return.

Watching cart after cart of supplies being transported back, Jiangyuan Country's martial artists were also envious.

But there's nothing to be done.

This is the Divine Land's spoils of war. Of course, as per tradition, the Divine Land Government couldn't take everything; a portion would be given to Jiangyuan Country.

Xue Pinghai's status has already significantly risen.

"Unknown through ten years of hard study, famed throughout the world overnight."

Now, Xue Pinghai is a battle tactics expert in the whole Jiangyuan Country, even the entire Earth.

Being able to lead the research of a Grandmaster Chain battle array is truly a miracle.

They're back!

Under the escort of the Ninth Grades, all martial artists who attacked Mao Yao City have returned.

The sacrificed martial artists were carried back with the highest honors.

Fang Guanming wasn't dead either.

With the help of the Bai Hui Sect, the Qi Blood from He Pi within him was completely refined.

Of course, Fang Guanming was now frail and has become an ordinary person.

No one can save him from that.

The grand return of the army was mighty and imposing.

Seeing the supplies piled up on three streets, the envoys from other countries turned red with envy to the point of madness.

Sadly, they could only covet; nothing more.

"The execution is over!"

The martial artists watched the projection in the sky, smiles of relief showing on their faces.

"Where is Xu Baiyan?"

Yang Lezhi searched for Xu Baiyan's figure in the projection.

She wasn't there.

The sky over Thunder Sacrifice City had cleared, yet Xu Baiyan's figure was missing.

Yang Lezhi's heart couldn't help but beat faster.

"Don't worry, perhaps she went to rest; there can be no danger."

Meng Yang patted Yang Lezhi on the shoulder.

...

Suddenly!

In the projection, the sound of a military horn appeared.

This was the prelude to the Divine Land playing the national anthem, a sound the Divine Land people knew very well.

In an instant, all the Divine Land martial artists became solemn, some even though wearing tattered clothes, covered in blood, hurriedly tidied their attire.