One of Jiangwu's teaching buildings has now been requisitioned by the Wei Yuan Corps.

Because Wang Lu Feng and the others are students, they can wander inside Jiangwu freely. Added to that, they have Princess Fang Jingmiao's privilege, allowing them to move around unrestricted as long as they don't leave the Jiangwu School Gate.

But this time, a Sixth Grade Major General from the Wei Yuan Corps is accompanying this group of people.

Cheng Yuhui!

Pao Dachang, at the Fifth Grade level, is no longer suitable to protect them.

At this moment, Pao Dachang has already arrived at the Wei Yuan Corps as a member of the routine preparation corps.

"The war is about to begin, where is Su Yue exactly? Is he really not planning to come back?"

Wang Lu Feng and the others are worried.

Honestly speaking, they don't have much concern about this war; of course they won't have any effect either, as they are too weak.

With the Wei Yuan Corps, Bianhan Corps, and Jiangyuan Country's National Guardian Master Team, not to mention the lower-level unbeatable Burning Radar, there's no chance of losing this war.

The only person they're worried about is Su Yue.

Why hasn't he returned yet?

"His life paper is still normal."

Tian Hongwei said with a frown.

He just contacted Pao Dachang, and Su Yue's life paper is very normal.

"That's strange, has this guy settled down in the Wet Domain?

"With the entrance to the Wet Domain blocked, can he still return?

"Could it be that he was caught by the Female Yangxiang Race to be a village-son-in-law?"

Wang Lu Feng analyzed methodically.

"Brother Lu Feng, with you always bad-mouthing Su Yue, it's really remarkable he still considers you a friend.

"No wonder Brother Su is stronger than us, it's this kind of generosity; Du Jing's Book can't reach it."

Du Jing's Book shook his head.

"Alas, it's suffocating to talk about this.

"Back in high school, I used to criticize him, and he used to make fun of me.

"But now, I only dare to speak ill of him behind his back; saying it to his face feels a bit cowardly, it's all because of power."

Wang Lu Feng felt a bit regretful.

"I think with Su Yue's ability, he should be relatively safe in the Wet Domain. Let's pray he returns safely, I am quite worried too."

Gong Ling, carrying her chief dark bow, gazed afar at the Jiangwu Gate.

The once bustling and lively street is now empty, with only a few plastic bags flying in the sky, nothing else.

At the end of the street is one of Jiangyuan Country's guarded Wet Ghost Towers.

If nothing unexpected happens, countless aliens will appear inside the Wet Ghost Tower in about an hour.

The Five Races Alliance Army.

Can Jiangyuan Country really hold them off?

From afar, Gong Ling gazed upon the sky above the Wet Ghost Tower, covered in dark clouds, gloomy; she felt very uneasy.

Her intuition told her this war in Jiangyuan Country would not be simple.

But where exactly is Su Yue?

"Liao Ping, I always have a bad feeling. In case anything happens to me, take good care of yourself for the rest of your life, find a beautiful girl to take my place to care for you."

Fang Jingmiao walked last with Liao Ping.

Liao Ping might have already gotten used to the might of the Divine Land Martial Artist, so he felt little concern.

But Fang Jingmiao was different.

She grew up in the midst of war, and has a unique perception of the dangers of war.

Fang Jingmiao had a premonition.

This time, Jiangyuan Country might be in great danger.

"Silly girl, what are you saying such silly things for!

"With so many grandmasters coming to assist Jiangyuan Country, and several Ninth Grade generals, how could we possibly lose?

"Besides, if something were to happen to you, what meaning would there be left for this body of mine to remain in the world?"

Liao Ping looked deeply into Fang Jingmiao's eyes.

"No, if something happens to me, I hope you can forget about me."

Fang Jingmiao was adamant.

Liao Ping smiled without speaking. At this time, a small bus from the Divine Land Ministry of Education slowly drove into Jiangwu, coincidentally stopping right next to their group.

"The climate in Jiangyuan Country is relatively warm, a place suitable for romance."

Bai Xiaolong was the first to get off the bus.

"Ah, Senior Brother Bai."

Du Jing's Book exclaimed, like a kicked dog.

He rushed over immediately.

"Senior Brother Bai, why are you here?"

Du Jing's Book asked promptly.

"Senior Brother Meng, are you here too?"

Suddenly, Wang Lu Feng also exclaimed.

Following Bai Xiaolong, Meng Yang calmly got off the bus.

"Senior Sister Feng, you're here too?"

Dongwu God, Feng Jiajia, carrying a large gourd, also got off the bus.

For a moment, Wang Lu Feng was quite excited.

This was a delightful encounter with acquaintances in a foreign land.

Although they had been in Jiangwu for less than a month, a lot had happened; in addition to being abroad, they felt as if a long time had passed.

"Senior Brother Yang, you really came too, where's Senior Sister Xu Baiyan?"

Immediately, Liao Ping asked excitedly forward.

Finally, Dongwu Mu Cheng and the president of the student union of Nanwu also got off the small bus.

The group surrounded them, chattering, particularly enthusiastic.

In school, they weren't really that close.

But abroad, the relationship between them suddenly became much closer.

"Divine Land wants to take revenge for the martyrs, so the presidents of the student unions from the four martial arts academies must come to participate in this critical battle; after all, we represent the young generation of Divine Land."

Mu Cheng explained to everyone.

Mu Cheng, Feng Jiajia, Yang Lezhi, and the president of Nanwu were designated as combatants by the Ministry of Education.

As for Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang, the two anomalies, they didn't originally have to come, but they specifically wanted to come to broaden their horizons.

"Well... May I ask, is anyone from the Warring States Military Academy coming?"

Gong Ling was eagerly anticipating.

Unfortunately, the small bus had already driven off, and no senior brothers or sisters from the Warring States Military Academy got off; she was a bit disappointed.