The Results of One Night

The scene returned to the Himalayan Mountains, where the guerrilla war between the Blue Star Cultivators and the Skrulls continued.

Before they knew it, it was the following morning—8:00 a.m. on November 13.

Standing high in the sky, Su Yu could already see the eastern horizon beginning to lighten.

After a night of bitter fighting, the Blue Star Cultivators were all exhausted. They had traveled back and forth between the various Psionic Springs, expending a great deal of mana.

However, the results they had achieved that night were not particularly satisfying.

Their strategy of splitting into two teams for guerrilla warfare had certainly been safe. After an entire night, not a single Great Cultivator had died or even been injured. However, the price was low efficiency.

Between the time spent traveling and the sudden harassment from the Skrull god-level powerhouses, Su Yu's group of four and Chancellor Cao could only capture one Small Psionic Spring every half hour on average.

By 8:00 a.m., seven hours had passed, and the Blue Star Cultivators had captured only twenty-eight Small Psionic Springs. Including the three Small Psionic Springs Su Yu and Alijeh had captured during the first hour, they had taken a total of thirty-one.

Capturing thirty-one Small Psionic Springs in one night sounded like a decent result. After all, there were only a little over 3,700 springs in the entire world, so they had captured nearly 1% in a single night.

But compared to the 177 springs they had captured the night before last, the difference was like heaven and earth. Naturally, no one was very satisfied.

At that moment, Su Yu and the other four rank-seven cultivators had just captured a Small Psionic Spring. They stood above it, waiting for the rank-six cultivators to arrive and take over.

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