The battle situation was once again at an impasse.
West Battle Dao.
Du Jing's Book, under the protection of several Fifth Grades, quietly hid in a relatively safe place.
"Damn these aliens, the more of you that die, the more chance I have to earn merit. So die more."
Du Jing's Book was on edge.
This time, he wasn't prepared to earn merit; he had overestimated his level, not managing to break through to Third Grade, falling just short.
Once this battle ends, Du Jing's Book would be forcibly taken back to the Wet Ghost Realm to recuperate.
After resting at West Martial for a while and returning to the Wet Ghost Realm, he would still be at West Battle Dao.
Then, once he breaks through to Third Grade, he will have the chance for merit.
...
East Battle Dao!
"Enemy attack, full defense!"
Wang Anhu shouted loudly.
Indeed.
In less than a second, outside, the crazed sounds of bombardment were already interwoven.
Inside the barracks, Su Yue's heart was pounding.
Damn it!
