This is an opportunity.
So, the Martial Artists of the Yangxiang Race are all striving to make achievements.
"Damn thing!"
Bai Xiaolong was trembling with anger.
"Shouldn't we sacrifice some Martial Artists first, break open a channel, and then talk?"
A Fifth-Grade Commander suggested.
The Yangxiang Race is not joking.
During the first teleportation, they didn't know which cities had Commanders, so the losses were heavy.
But during the second teleportation, these beasts will definitely look for cities at safe points.
In the forthcoming third and fourth teleportations, the Divine Land will only become increasingly passive.
In the vast Divine Land, there are too many cities, and there simply aren't enough Grandmasters to defend them, especially since no one knows how many teleportation points the aliens have set up.
To stop this disaster, one can only find a solution from the source.
"It's irrational, many people will die!"
Another commander shook his head.
