"However, one important point is that the maintenance team there consists of mechanical bodies."
"Otherwise, why would they always believe that our D5 possesses a terrifying mechanized army?"
"Guess," Fu Jian stretched lazily, "Come on, let’s go have dinner. I’m cooking myself; it’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed this."
"Aren’t the Spiritual Ability Users still attacking?"
"They will retreat, don’t worry."
"Having No.4 Spirit Cultivator or not having him makes no difference to us."
"Whenever they get the chance, they’ll try to kill us."
"This time, those three Spirit Cultivators or the inheritors of the Spirit Cultivators sensed something, so these six oldies suddenly got nervous. In fact, they had begun to suspect this when the Black Storm became increasingly active."
"Now we’re not sure about the actual state of Spirit Cultivators No.1, No.2, and No.3; whether the Six Elders are their slaves or are like Blade Beast No.2."
"The intel we’ve gathered this time is so plentiful, sadly, it’s just intel; there’s no way to change the current situation."
Wang Jixuan couldn’t help but retort: These Spirit Cultivators are truly... They developed the Blade Beast Army, and then nearly got wiped out by it themselves... Did he just mention interstellar?"
"So, defeating the Blade Beast Group on this planet might potentially attract even more Blade Beast Groups?"
"Indeed, but that issue, shouldn’t we consider it after we truly defeat the Blade Beast Group?"
This cultivation environment is hardly better than the eighteen levels of Hell.
—This is actually somewhat of a black joke; at least Hell has abundant Spiritual Energy.
In the northwestern direction of D5’s Combined Combat Zone.
A large cluster of armored units traveled across the land. Dozens of fifteen-meter level mechas and several sub-horrifying mechas, dragging under the heavy unmanned drones, were rushing towards the predetermined battlefield.
Inside a supply vehicle, Lingtong had already changed into the latest negative pressure combat suit, a silver-white bodysuit enveloping her slim and delicate figure.
She tied her ponytail as high as possible, then twisted up her long hair, secured it with a rubber band, and put on her combat helmet.
A message popped up on the helmet’s display.
[Wang Zheng (Upright Person): When are you starting over there?]
[Lingtong (Seven Stars Swordmaster): Probably in about three hours. Does Mr. Wang have any last-minute advice?]
[Wang Zheng: Nothing much, just relax and perform normally. We’ve practiced with the actual machines for two days already.]
[Lingtong: I will try not to disgrace my teacher.]
[Wang Zheng: Hmm, if you perform well, I’ll take you for Lao Fu’s teppanyaki.]
[Xiao Zhou (Single): If we can use the seven Half-human Mechas to take down a King-level Blade Beast, we can really make history this time!]
[Wang Zheng: I’m curious, how do you plan to lure the Blade Beasts out?]
[Lingtong: Apparently, they made a fake mask of you and added your scent to it to have the Spiritual Ability Users impersonate you.]
[Wang Zheng: I was wondering why they asked me not to wash my socks for three days and to send them over... This is...I can’t quite accept it.]
[Lingtong: The combat zone will be thankful for the contribution of your socks!]
[Wang Zheng: Get me some more Crystal Cores as compensation then.]
[Zheng Shiduo (Mr. Wang’s Assistant): If we use the stockings worn by Sister Lingtong to bring back Crystal Cores for Mr. Wang, he will be extremely delighted.]
Fortress No.76’s ground army camp.
About to board the transport, Wang Jixuan aimed a Great Vajra Leg kick at Zheng Shiduo in front.
Zheng Shiduo hastened to dodge, nearly kneeling and begging for mercy.
Wang Jixuan snapped irritably, "Get on the plane! We’re going to fight! If you don’t perform well this time, you’ll get zero in the final evaluation!"
Zheng Shiduo agreed repeatedly, focusing on being honest and diligent.
The members of the Buddhist Temple Team, who were lining up to board, curiously watched.
[Lingtong: Should I really bring him?]
[Wang Zheng: No need!!]
At the frontline combat zone, Lingtong pursed her lips and chuckled, her eyes curved into crescents.
She didn’t chat much with Wang Jixuan.
One reason was that she needed to enhance her focus, as she would soon be piloting a mecha; the other reason was that Wang Jixuan also had tasks.
Their mission was to launch an offensive and eliminate an S-level Spiritual Ability User and his subordinates active in the D3 Combat Zone.
For Lingtong, the fight was almost a guaranteed win. The challenge was how to provoke the King-level Blade Beast Group to attack them.
As for Wang Jixuan’s side, the risks were relatively higher.
’Actually going for a surprise attack in D3... I wonder which radical came up with this plan.’
Lingtong took a deep breath.
The Wang surname radical sat inside the cloaked transport aircraft’s cabin, smiling bemusedly at the eight robust Spiritual Energy Users in front.
"To ensure our victory in this fight, I’ll distribute some weapons and equipment to everyone."