Du Mei was a pitiful woman, and Yang Tian didn't want to kill her. However, after she was burned to death by the Little Blue Dragon, Yang Tian didn't feel guilty.
Although this woman's strength was low, she was like a venomous snake, hibernating at the side and coldly watching him. When he was weak, she would deliver a fatal blow. It was good that the Little Blue Dragon had taken care of this problem.
Yang Tian fell into a deep sleep, and the Little Blue Dragon also closed its eyes and remained motionless.
The ice field regained its tranquility, and only the whistling of the cold wind could be heard.
The Little Blue Dragon didn't fall asleep. Every once in a while, it would open its eyes and look around. When it found that nothing was wrong, it would close its eyes again.
… …
In Hero City, the warriors who saw the results of the battle finally let out a sigh of relief.
The strongest enemy had been taken care of by Yang Tian, and the remaining warriors of the Zichen Empire were much easier to deal with.
Li Junyang smiled happily when he saw the results of the battle.
At this time, Li Junyang was in Wabo City.
This city was smaller than Ice Snow City, but the number of warriors gathered here was several times more than that of Ice Snow City.
Moreover, more than half of these martial artists had rushed over from other cities. They were prepared to fight to the death.
After the warriors of the Junior Class spread the news, hundreds of thousands of people marched in all the major cities in the world. They raised slogans and asked the warriors in the cities to go out and resist the alien attack.
The tragic state of Ice Snow City had shocked everyone.
Li Junyang and the others had made the right bet. Every city had no choice but to send warriors to Wabo City or other cities near Ice Snow City.
Everyone wasn't stupid. They knew the strength of the Zichen Empire's warriors. If they didn't unite, the Zichen Empire's warriors would destroy one city after another. In the end, it would be their turn.
Due to the pressure, many warriors were sent out. However, most of these warriors were young and low level warriors. The strongest was only level 6.
As for the high-level martial artists, because of their superior status, no one could order them to do anything. They were still in a wait-and-see mode.
This also showed that the higher the status of a martial artist, the more afraid they were of death. This was because they had superior living conditions, such as money, beautiful women, luxurious mansions, status, power, and everything else. If they were careless and killed, they would lose all of these things.
This was also the reason why most of the high-level warriors had fallen when the world was in a state of peace.
Although their leader was killed, the thousands of Zichen Empire soldiers didn't leave because they were ordered to clean up the planet, kill Yang Tian and bring back Yang Tian's body. Even if their leader was dead, if they didn't complete the mission, they would be severely punished.
After leaving behind a hundred or so Zichen Kingdom soldiers to guard the women, the thousands of Zichen Kingdom soldiers continued towards the nearest city, Wabo City.
Of course, the preparations of the human race couldn't be hidden from the people of Zi Chen Empire, but they didn't care about it at all. Except for the terrifying Yang Tian and the star beast in the Antarctic ice field, they didn't care about the rest of the human race.
The speed of the Zichen Kingdom soldiers was very fast. In less than an hour, they would reach Wabo City.
The martial artists of Wabo City were already making their final preparations.
The commoners of the city, especially the women, children, and the elderly, were already under the escort of some martial artists, fleeing in groups.
As for the young men, they all picked up defensive weapons. Although they were useless against the Zichen Kingdom soldiers, they wouldn't let themselves be slaughtered.
Li Junyang looked at the hundred youths in front of him and asked with a serious face, "Is everyone ready?"
"Ready!"
The hundred youths, all sixteen or seventeen years old, answered in unison.
The place where Li Junyang and the others were at was a small school's playground. The hundred or so people standing there seemed to be very sparse, but their voices were very loud and clear, spreading far and wide.
These youths knew that they might die in the next moment, but their eyes were blazing with flames of vengeance.
"As long as you're ready!
There's still about an hour, everyone start writing your wills!
If you die in the coming battle, your auxiliary devices will immediately send your wills to your families.
Moreover, these wills will be made known to the world! "
Li Junyang said as he tightened the explosives on his body to prevent them from falling off during the battle.
These explosives were specially made. In a small area, they could produce a temperature of several thousand degrees that could even melt steel.
It should be no problem to use them against the Zichen Kingdom's quasi-meteor warriors.
This was all thanks to the dead Wang Haolong. According to the video he'd taken, the Junior Class had calculated the weakness of the purple armor and specially made these explosives.
These youths all came from well-off families. Otherwise, they wouldn't have become martial artists at such a young age.
These hundred or so youths had all come here on their own. Even their families didn't know.
Not far away, behind a wall, the level-seven martial artist Li Yuan saw this scene and tears streamed down his face.
These hundred or so youths were all still children!
They weren't married yet, or perhaps they hadn't been in a relationship. They were usually bullies in the city, hated by many, but now, they had come here with the determination to die …
Why was this?
Li Yuan couldn't figure it out for a while.
Li Yuan couldn't stop his grandson Li Junyang. He just shook his head and sighed, then turned and left.
A few minutes later, the youths finished writing their wills.
"Next, let's deduce the battle process. On the city wall … we won't go there. It's useless to go there. Let's wait for them to rush into the city …"
Li Junyang waved his hand and the youths gathered around. Li Junyang took the lead and then everyone began to discuss how to kill the Zichen Kingdom's warriors.
On the city wall, a woman in a red dress was very conspicuous. She was holding a pair of thorns, looking at the south expressionlessly.
In that direction, the Zichen Kingdom's warriors would appear soon.
At this moment, Zhu Hongzhu's heart was filled with the image of Yang Tian.
She remembered the night when she fought with Yang Tian.
"When I was born, you weren't born. When you were born, I was already old …"
Zhu Hongyu murmured a few lines. She didn't know if it was a poem or a rhyme.
Zheng Dalong stood behind Zhu Hongyu, holding a silver spear in his hand, quietly looking at Zhu Hongyu.
Zhu Hongyu's murmur was naturally heard by Zheng Dalong.
Zheng Dalong scratched his head and muttered: "Aren't you just complaining that you're old? You're too reserved."
Zhu Hongyu turned around and looked into Zheng Dalong's eyes and said: "Dalong, you should leave!
Wait, you'll die. "
"I …" Zheng Dalong looked into Zhu Hongyu's eyes. He wanted to say something but stopped. Thinking that he was going to die soon, he mustered up his courage and said: "I want to die with you, hehe!"