"Well... those we can contact are all elites from various races, so perhaps we should wait a little longer."

Trying to contact the people inside will definitely come at a price; even losing a few people probably won't be enough.

"Wait a bit longer. We're still in a winning position right now. Contacting them at this point would be counterproductive."

At this point, the group reached a consensus. After all, there were their juniors in the trial grounds, and they couldn't be sure who they could contact. Instead, they would randomly select from among the clansmen they could reach. No one knew if their junior would be unlucky enough to be chosen.

Inside Battlefield Number One, Mo Shuwan, her face ashen, ate the last herb meant to restore her life force. "I have no more herbs to support my gathering of dark power. Next time I encounter..."

Her voice was already very hoarse. Although she didn't finish her sentence, everyone present understood that next time, whether the giants caught up or they encountered other extraterrestrial invaders, they probably wouldn't have a chance to escape except to fight to the death.

After such a long period of fleeing and fighting, not only had Mo Shuwan used up all the medicinal herbs that could restore life, but the others had also suffered considerable losses, and their current situation was not optimistic.

Wang Jiabing carefully searched his storage space for a moment and took out a seven-colored leaf. "This should be able to help you. I only have one left."

"Mm." Since it concerned everyone's lives, Mo Shuwan didn't stand on ceremony with Wang Jiabing or refuse, and directly reached out to take it.

"I have one too, here you go."

"I have one too."

Everyone took out their trump cards that they had originally kept to save their lives, and Mo Shuwan silently accepted them one by one. After a quick count, she had eight herbs that could restore life force. If she used them properly, the eight herbs could last her for at least another day.

When they saw Wang Jiabing and the others setting up formations around them on the light screen, preparing to take a break, everyone watching from outside couldn't help but sigh.

"Unless something unexpected or a miracle happens, they will have a hard time holding on for another three days."

"If we can encounter other teams now and act together with them, we should be able to hold out for longer."

That's true. Everyone who enters Battlefield One has their own trump cards to some extent. As long as they don't encounter enemies like giants, most people can survive without any problems. But unfortunately, they were unlucky. If Mo Shuwan and the others were killed, the following time would be a feast for giants and extraterrestrial invaders, a nightmare for the Alliance.

On the other side, Jing Chen, who had temporarily put aside his work, had also arrived at the tenth fortress. Of course, he appeared silently, without letting anyone discover his presence. After standing on the city wall of the tenth fortress and feeling around, he found that he could not find any trace of his wife and children.

After carefully searching the surroundings, his handsome face darkened slightly.

"Dad, I'm here."

"Too talkative."

"Mom, Dad has come all this way, please let him see you."

Hearing the voice but unable to find anyone, Jing Chen immediately realized that his mischievous wife had blocked him again. But knowing that she hadn't already left the Western Continent World, Jing Chen breathed a sigh of relief. "Luo Luo, let me in."

With a soft hum, Jing Chen finally saw his wife and children. He immediately spotted Lin Yunluo lounging lazily in a recliner and walked over with a sense of helplessness.

Jing Fanshu made room for Lin Yunluo, but before he could sit down anywhere else, he heard his cold and ruthless father's disdainful voice: "Why are you still here? Aren't you leaving?"

Jing Chen turned his head to look at the metal ball floating beside him. The metal ball, which had been shaking up and down excitedly, silently floated to Jing Fanshu's side, looking a little aggrieved.

"...I'm not leaving. I want to stay with my mother a little longer."

Pretending not to see the dissatisfaction on his father's face, Jing Fanshu sat down with his back to them and turned his attention to Mo Shuwan, who was lying down to rest. At the same time, he was also annoyed that he hadn't given her enough to train her.

Unaware that all the managers of the tenth fortress, many powerful figures, and the two most authoritative people in the entire Western Continent were watching them, everyone quickly took the opportunity to lie down and rest after Wang Jiabing and the others set up a maze.

How are you feeling?

Mo Shuwan shook her head. Wen Zuo was feeling disappointed when he saw her suddenly turn her head to look at him. He immediately realized that it had probably worked. He barely suppressed his surprise and asked, "It worked?"

"A little, try again."

Wen Zuo quietly exhaled a long breath and placed his palm on Mo Shuwan's shoulder again. Following the previous attempt, he carefully released the power gathered in his palm onto Mo Shuwan's shoulder. He didn't feel much, but he was certain that the power was good.

Mo Shuwan, on the other hand, had many more feelings. At first, when a power that did not belong to her invaded her body, she subconsciously wanted to resist. Fortunately, she managed to suppress the thought and let the power that did not belong to her roam through her body. As time passed, she felt that some places where her vitality was severely depleted were slowly repaired by the roaming power.

Although the effect of this power on restoring vitality was not very obvious, it was real nonetheless. Mo Shuwan turned around to face Wen Zuo, reached out and grabbed his hand, looking at it over and over. Feeling that he was still trying to send power into her hand, she couldn't help but laugh, "Very useful."

"What's useful?"

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