The base gates thundered open, and several buses slowly drove into the square.
Everyone had already come down from the walls and stood on either side of the road. The atmosphere was particularly oppressive.
Under everyone's gaze, the warriors returning in triumph stepped off the buses, each holding an urn in both hands.
Some said that humanity had played a disgraceful role in its clashes with the alien beings of the Demon Domain. Some self-proclaimed missionaries loudly denounced humans as invaders... yet when they said such things, they seemed to have forgotten that it was those alien beings of the Demon Domain who had invaded first.
Throughout three hundred years of fierce fighting, it was those beings' repeated invasions that had led the Martial Artists of this continent to discover the cultivation resources there.
If the continent did not choose to grow stronger, its only fate would be slaughter and extinction.
At that moment, the square was completely silent.
A middle-aged man covered in blood stepped forward from the returning team and said solemnly, "In this battle, we killed seven Grandmasters and forty-three Viscera Refining Realm enemies from the Demon Domain and seized the Dragon Eye.
"The Demon Suppression Division has fulfilled its mission!"
The Old General stationed on Devil's Island approached with heavy steps, nodded slowly, and said softly, "What matters is that you're back."
The team members who had just returned from the Demon Domain were covered in blood. Some even had horrifying cracks in their armor.
"Great Xia is fortunate to have you."
After expressing his feelings, the Old General raised his voice. "Salute! See our heroes off!"
The veteran members of the Demon Suppression Division lowered their heads and bowed, grief in their eyes.
After a moment of uncertainty, many newcomers also lowered their heads and