Xuantian domain.

The disasters of drought and disaster are like fire and tea, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that they are handled with ease.

"Another group of alien slaves have arrived." There was never a shortage of topics in the excitement, and the crowd gradually started talking about the iron cage that landed on the airship.

In the iron cage, red figures stood tall and tall, but every Drought Demon alien race carried heavy black iron chains on their bodies. The runes on the iron chains shone brightly, imprisoning all the power of these alien races.

This is a trophy, and such trophies are born every day in the war between the Xuantian Territory and the Drought Demon Race.

"Foreign races who refuse to obey discipline will have no choice but to be thrown into the gladiatorial arena." Some people have no choice but to say that the Han Demon does not want to be a slave, and the monks do not dare to keep such a powerful fighting force by their side.

So the final solution is to throw these aliens into the arena and stimulate their desire to live and die to win benefits for certain people.

"That's the flying boat of the Divine Sword Sect. Their trophies have also arrived. Five flying boats. It seems that the harvest is not small." Someone with sharp eyes saw the flying boat flying in the sky, with envy in his eyes.

"Recently, the Shenjian Sect has been fiercely tight, which has also led to their winning rate in the arena being constantly rising. It can be said that they have made a lot of money."

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Snap!

"What are you looking at? Why don't you get out?"

The barbed thorns hit the three-meter-tall Drought Demon with great force, but only produced a faint bloodstain, which made the monk holding the thorns feel a sense of fear for no reason.

Then he came to his senses and was about to pull out the thorn in his hand again.

But this time he failed to do so. A sharp look came over him, and cold sweat broke out on the monk's forehead.

A flattering expression instantly covered the monk, and he looked at a figure on the flying boat.

"I've met Senior Brother Yunmen."

"How can you bully them?" A cold voice came, and the monk holding the thorn was so frightened that he knelt down on the ground.

"Senior brother Yunmen atones for his sins."

"Hmph, do your part."

"Yes, yes, I understand." The monk put away the thorns in his hands tremblingly, and did not dare to get up until the young man left.

Not only him, but also others around him could not help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Brother Shen, it's better to restrain yourself. These alien races are ultimately the enemies of the sect brothers. Not long ago, their status was no worse than those of the brothers. If you humiliate them so much, won't you slap them in the face again?"

Although they call them senior brothers, they can only be regarded as members of the Divine Sword Sect, not disciples within the sect. The difference in status means that even if a disciple of the sect kills them casually, no one will bother them.

With a cold face, the monk silently directed the aliens imprisoned by black iron to fall into the arena.

"Take some care and get rid of this batch as soon as possible."

"This...isn't appropriate. If you die too quickly, the higher-ups will ask..."

"What are you afraid of? The sect has faced many alien races recently, so there is no need to worry about the lack of these trophies."

"It's okay, lately the arena has been running out of space."

A monk saw Hanbao's hateful eyes, his eyes were stern, and he scolded: "What are you looking at? If you look at me again tomorrow, you will be punished. If you live for more than half a month, I will take your surname."

A kind of drought demon turned its head away, but no one noticed it, and their fists were clenched.

In the wilderness, under a curtain composed of a large number of flying boats, there were countless armies of Drought Demons clashing with warrior warriors and monks.

This is the place where the Shenjian Sect is stationed. No matter how the Han Demon army attacks, they never take a step back.

"The number of these alien races has been increasing recently. Have you found out where they are?" On the huge flying boat, a group of powerful monks calmly looked at the fierce battlefield below.

They have extraordinary bearing and noble status, and are the group of people at the center of the power of the Divine Sword Sect.

"It hasn't been found yet, and our people can't go deep, but the information sent back can already tell that the number of drought demons in this territory is beyond imagination."

Someone made a noise, and instead of feeling a little heavy, their target was the source of the alien race, that is, the huge secret realm that was speculated.

That is the real benefit. As for all the miscellaneous things born in the war, they are just extra money for the disciples. How can the few resources that can be produced in the arena be compared with the secret realm.

"Recently, there have been more troops in other areas. It seems that those people have also discovered something unusual." Someone agreed. They thought that the Hanba alien race was not a big problem, but as the fight continued, they were surprised to find that this alien race seemed not to be a big problem.

So simple.

The scene suddenly fell into silence. Some people looked at the middle-aged man in the center with his hands behind his hands, waiting for the person to make the decision.

After a long time, the leader of the Divine Sword Sect finally spoke, "Inform the sect to send five more fleets over."

"Yes." Behind him, someone handed over and left.

"Five, isn't it too much?" Someone said after the person who sent the message retreated, frowning slightly, five flying boat fleets, that represents an army of 15 million, which is their current capital here.

Not so much.

"Not much." The leader of the Divine Sword Sect in front said without looking back, "These aliens have never thought about defeating us. They just want to tear off a piece of flesh in the Xuantian Territory."

"Wuji City!" In an instant, many monks behind him figured out the key.

The human race and the foreign races are not mortal enemies. Because the human race is so powerful, there are also many foreign races that are dependent on the human race. The major issues of right and wrong are naturally controlled by the imperial domain.

If the situation gradually spreads and this war leads to Wuji City, all the plans of Xuantian Territory will be completely ruined. By then, what resources, territory, and secret realm will be trivial matters. What is important is that a huge giant will appear in Xuantian Territory.

The forces share the cake here with them.

This is no longer seeking survival, but wanting to cut flesh on Xuantian Territory.

And when the time comes, they will no longer be able to access the secret realm of the foreign race.

As for whether the superiors will allocate territory to the Hanbao clan, there is no need to consider it. As long as they can arrange enough people to serve on the Yongyuan battlefield, they will definitely give them territory.

Who allowed the human race to have a vast territory? It was just a matter of compressing the interest space of the forces in Xuantian Territory. The above is just one sentence.

"These alien races are nothing." For a moment, someone gritted his teeth.

Soon, the overlords of the Xuantian Territory began to shift from defense to offense, gradually shrinking the territory of the Drought Demons.

Of course, the pace is getting slower and slower.

First, because the overlords of all parties are not unified, and secondly, the overlords are naturally unwilling to take the lead in charging against so many foreign races who are not afraid of death.
Chapter completed!