Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Every time he unleashed the Roaring Divine Spear, he would suffer a certain amount of backlash and pain, but Zhao Qian’en simply didn’t care.

As long as he could kill Cang Ji, it’d be worth it even if he died.

Yan Chenyun and Mo Qizheng were grinding their teeth too; they understood what was at stake.

Every extra second Cang Ji stayed alive was another second of variables.

They had to kill him, fast.

Fortunately, as the wounds on Cang Ji’s body grew heavier and heavier, his Qi Blood was plummeting as well.

Inside Jing Niao City.

Heiye was still crazily hunting for Xu Baiyan.

He even mobilized the remaining old, weak, sick, and crippled in Jing Niao City; even if they had to dig three feet into the ground, they had to drag Xu Baiyan out.

This was his only bargaining chip for negotiations.

Outside the city gate.

Su Qingfeng and Yao Chenqing had fully teamed up.

No one here was stupid; this wasn’t the time to form grudges. If Heiye found Xu Baiyan first, things would get really troublesome.

Inside the Demon Slaying Altar.

The Human camp had already formed an ironclad wall. They didn’t have anything like the Poison Water Corps, but Humans had the edge in morale, and even had a Divine Artifact like the Frost Vine Armor.

At this point, the Alien races wanted to seize the Demon Slaying Altar, but that was basically impossible.

”You idiots, kill for me—kill like you don’t care about your lives!”

Up above the sky canopy.

Qing Gai was so furious he almost spat blood.

From up above, overlooking the battlefield, he could see the situation crystal clear.

The Alien army had the numbers advantage, but their hearts weren’t united, their battle intent was weak—practically a mob of rabble.

The Yangxiang Race in Jing Niao City had mostly only recently broken through, and even before this they weren’t exactly known for their bravery.

As for the Martial Artists of the Blood Boiling Race and Steel Bone Race, they weren’t even worth mentioning.

They were just muddying the waters. If the Yangxiang Race didn’t charge, they wouldn’t charge either; they were just going to drag things out like this.

”Charge, right now! Whoever dares not to charge will be executed on the spot!”

Qing Gai’s voice echoed through the sky, filled with boundless rage.

The Demon Slaying Altar was a demonic artifact left behind by the Bi Hui Cave Heaven Saint. He had sworn to the Holy Land that he would make the Divine Land restless and chaotic, and bring back heaps of resources for the Holy Land.

And now?

Aside from a pathetic amount of pills, he’d gotten jack shit.

Even the Poison Water Corps had been borrowed from another Divine Elder, and now that the Poison Water Corps was completely annihilated, Qing Gai had no idea how he was supposed to pay that debt back.

He hated this, he hated it to the bone.

No matter how he raged and lashed out, the army still refused to charge. From top to bottom, it was just a mob of rabble.

Then look at the Divine Land’s morale.

There was simply no comparison!

Qing Gai was on the verge of despair.

At this moment, his hatred toward Heiye only grew deeper.

Just how stupid did a City Lord have to be to raise such an army that wasn’t even as good as pigs?

”Qing Gai, at this point, you still don’t get it?

”The Yangxiang Race’s luck has run dry. You no longer have any national fortune. Your end will be getting smashed to pieces by the Divine Land.

”Remember this—this is Heaven’s Will!”

Bai Jinghao mocked Qing Gai calmly.

In her eyes, Qing Gai, flailing with rage, was just like a gambler who’d lost everything and gone mad.

Fei Tianhong and Gang Yue’s faces were dark as iron.

Especially Gang Yue—facing that Ninth Grade Battle Armor that knew neither pain nor fear, he was basically a dog trying to bite a hedgehog; he had nowhere to even get his teeth in.

Fei Tianhong’s situation wasn’t much better.

He wasn’t afraid of Mike’s Twice-Cooked Pork, but clearly the other guy wasn’t afraid of him either.

The two Ninth Grades glanced up at Cang Ji in the sky, then carefully mulled over Bai Jinghao’s words.

Was the Yangxiang Race really at the end of its luck?

Honestly, over all these years, the Yangxiang Race’s fortune had indeed been plummeting right in front of the other seven races’ eyes!

Back in the days of the Bi Hui Cave Heaven Saint, the Yangxiang Race had been terrifying.

But now... words couldn’t even begin to describe it.

Heaven’s Will!

Was there really such a thing as Heaven’s Will?

”Heaven’s Will?

”Screw your numb-ass Heaven’s Will.