When Song Zhen returned to the dormitory, the other two female cultivators were already waiting in the room. The three of them were the only three females in the entire team.
After all, males were naturally more suitable than females for missions like scouting in the wild.
One of them was Liu Ruonan, who had a buzz cut and looked like a boy. She looked at Song Zhen and said, "You went to chat with that Wu Yanzu?"
"Yes," Song Zhen said with a smile. Song Zhen said with a smile, "He's so handsome. I feel so comfortable talking to him."
Liu Ruonan snorted. "Don't blame me for not reminding you. That Wu Yanzu is almost 40 years old. He's only at realm three at 40 and has poor cultivation talent. How do you know if he has a wife or not when he's almost 40?"
Song Zhen pursed her lips and said, "I'm just chatting with a handsome guy. What are you thinking about?"
Liu Ruonan said, "I'm just reminding you because we're comrades. People like Wu Yanzu have poor talent and are old. Just look at him and don't think too much."
"Tsk, so what if he's strong? Even if he's strong enough to defeat the Sky Demon, can he defeat an immortal?" Song Zhen said, "I just want to find someone handsome. The rest doesn't matter. We don't even know when we'll die anyway. Maybe you'll die tomorrow, or maybe I'll die. Why think so much? "
Liu Ruonan sighed. This time, Qin Tian's team was defeated. Eight of the 11 members died, and they had to transfer people to make up for it.
On the battlefield with the Sky Demon, one could die at any time. Even those realm five and six cultivators didn't dare to say that they would be safe.
Song Zhen turned to look at the other female cultivator who hadn't spoken. "Miao Xian, what do you think of Wu Yanzu? Isn't he very handsome? "
The one called Miao Xian was a slightly short girl. She was the one who sneaked a few glances at Zhou Bai when they were in the team. Hearing Song Zhen's question, she nodded awkwardly. "He's quite handsome."
"I knew it," Song Zhen said. "You guys have to protect him tomorrow. Don't let him die on his first day on the battlefield."
Liu Ruonan turned around and said, "Hmph, we can't even guarantee that we'll be alive. Who else can we take care of?" She paused and then said, "Go to bed early. We'll be tired later."
Song Zhen also laid down on the bed and suddenly sighed. "I want to go back to Nanshan City to take a look during my next vacation. I haven't been back for a long time. Liu Ruonan, come with me when the time comes. "
Liu Ruonan: "Yes."
…
On the other hand, after Song Zhen left, Zhou Bai stopped chatting with Qian Wangsun and focused his attention on his chest.
At this moment, a round, thumb-sized, crystal-clear sphere was emitting a dark golden light.
It was the only Warlock Saint Relic left in Hokkaido School.
At this moment, Zhou Bai was using a special sacrificial method to communicate with the Warlock Saint Relic with his Primordial Soul Power. He was constantly using the pure power within it.
Wisps of extremely pure power flowed into Zhou Bai's Primordial Soul Power through his Primordial Soul Power and merged with Calamity's Primordial Soul. Zhou Bai could sense that his Primordial Soul Power was growing bit by bit. The speed of its growth was even faster than when he cultivated with his appearance suppression.
During this period of time, he had been waiting in North Sea City. Every night, he would go out to catch spies and harvest luck to increase the potential of his Primordial Soul Power.
Coupled with the sacrificial refinement of the Warlock Saint Relic, the cultivation speed of his Primordial Soul Power was not slow.
Today, his Primordial Soul Power had already reached 4,082 points, and the maximum value of his Primordial Soul Power was currently 4,098 points.
Calamity's Primordial Soul Power continued to absorb the power in the Warlock Saint Relic. Zhou Bai could also clearly sense that as he absorbed, the power in the Warlock Saint Relic was also weakening bit by bit.
"The principal is right. I'm afraid that when my Primordial Soul Power reaches 7,999 points, the power of the Warlock Saint Relic will be exhausted."
As the power surged into his Primordial Soul, Calamity's Primordial Soul became stronger. Very soon, Zhou Bai discovered that his Primordial Soul Power had increased by another point, reaching 4,083 points.
At this moment, a commotion was heard. Zhou Bai opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the stronghold's entrance. He saw five soldiers rushing in. They were covered in blood and were carrying four seriously injured and dying cultivators.
"Doctor! Where's the doctor! "
"Xiao Dong! Hang in there! You are not allowed to die! "
Some of the soldiers who were being carried were breathing weakly and looked dispirited. Some of them were shouting as if they had gone crazy. There were also some who had closed their eyes and completely fainted.
Zhou Bai and Qian Wangsun looked at the soldiers who were bleeding and crying. They watched as the medical staff rushed over and sent the injured soldiers away. Looking at one of them lying on the ground, the doctor shook his head and said, "He has … sacrificed himself."
The soldiers hugged their fallen comrades with tears in their eyes. The doctor tried to persuade them. "Your injuries are also very serious. Hurry up and go for treatment."
One of them suddenly roared angrily, and a pitch-black Primordial Soul Power surged from his body. His mouth opened wider and wider, and the corners of his mouth seemed to split open. His long fangs burst out, and his entire body began to deform.
"Be careful!"
"He's deformed!"
"Step back!"
The few injured soldiers looked at their deformed comrades with grief and indignation. One of them, Big Beard, roared. He stretched out his hand and pulled out the long saber on his back.
Another injured soldier, who had lost a hand, shouted, "Captain, that's Ah Hao!"
"Once he's deformed, there's no turning back." Tears kept flowing out from Big Beard's eyes. "You guys understand! Killing him is the best way to treat him. "
Although he said this, the man's hand, which was holding onto the saber, trembled non-stop as he looked at his continuously deformed comrades. However, he was unable to make a move.
Just then, a stream of sword light flashed, and the deformed figure's head soared into the sky. His body fell limply to the ground.
At the sight of this scene, the few soldiers relaxed their bodies and knelt on the ground.
Big Beard looked at Zhou Bai, who had taken action. His eyes were red as he said, "Thank you, brother. You've done what I should have done."
Zhou Bai shook his head. "You guys should quickly go rest and receive treatment. Don't let anything happen again."
Big Beard nodded toward Zhou Bai. "Brother, my name is Lin Changqing. What's your name?"
Zhou Bai replied, "Daniel Wu."
Big Beard nodded and turned to leave.
Looking at Big Beard helping his comrades away, Zhou Bai and Qian Wangsun looked at each other. There was a haze in their eyes.
"This is the battlefield that humans have to face," Qin Tian said slowly. Qin Tian suddenly appeared behind the two of them and said slowly, "You have to fight against the endless number of Heavenly Demons, you have to fight against your comrades who can mutate at any time, you have to directly come into contact with the contaminated Psionic Vigor in this high-pressure environment, you have to fight against the distortion of the Heavenly Axiom.
"Every minute, every second, we have the possibility of sacrificing ourselves. This is probably the worst battlefield that humans have ever experienced in history. "
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