The goal of the demon race is to defeat the human race and then destroy it.
The human race, on the other hand, is only trying to resist the invasion of the demon race.
This is a war that concerns the survival of the human race, so the human race is also giving it their all.
Fuyang Star is the last teleportation node to the battlefield.
On this day, a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage walked out of the formation.
"Huh?"
The one controlling the teleportation array was a cultivator in the fusion stage. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he discovered that among the group of people teleported over, there was actually a rookie in the Yuanying stage.
"Boy, you are only in the Nascent Soul stage, why are you here to join in the fun? You are wasting teleportation resources, do you know that?"
When the cultivator in the fusion stage saw that the other party was only in the Nascent Soul stage, he scolded him.
Even if a fierce war breaks out between humans and demons, it will not be the turn of Nascent Soul cultivators to be cannon fodder.
Because to fly in the starry sky, one must be at least in the Spirit Transformation Stage. A person in the Nascent Soul Stage in the starry sky is no different from a person falling into the sea.
"Senior, I'm here to deliver something to the elders of the sect." The Nascent Soul cultivator hurriedly explained.
"So it's about delivering something. Then you can go to the logistics department. They are in charge of this."
"Senior, where is the logistics department?"
"Right over there..."
"Thank you, senior."
Soon, the Nascent Soul cultivator arrived at the logistics department.
"What can I do for you?" the logistics staff asked the Nascent Soul cultivator.
"It's like this. I'm here to deliver some things to the elders of our sect. How can I find them?" asked the Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Sending something? No matter what you're sending, just leave it to us and we'll deliver it for you." The logistics staff said to the Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Our sect leader said that I must hand the item over to the elders personally," the Nascent Soul cultivator explained.
"We don't have the time to find a senior from the sect for you. All the things sent to the front line must be handed over to us for registration and transfer, so you'd better hand the things over to us as soon as possible."
"That won't do. Our sect leader said that we can't hand the things over to anyone before meeting our sect's seniors." The Nascent Soul cultivator shook his head.
Hearing this, the staff of the logistics department immediately became angry.
The next moment, his divine might began to suppress the Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Don't I understand? According to the Human Alliance regulations, all resources sent to the front line must be handed over to our logistics department, so the supplies you sent must also be handed over to us, understand?"
"If you are sensible, hand it over obediently. If you are not sensible, don't blame me for taking action."
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