Bakus's squad successfully recovered the corpse of that human Limit Douluo. Ever since the war in the Star Dou Forest, humanity's Title Douluo had declined on both fronts, in quality and in number.
This was not only due to the decline of humanity's high-bloodline clans themselves, but also to the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast migration plan implemented by Rus Wang. Soul Masters who should have had talent found it difficult to obtain high-quality Soul Spirits and soul rings, resulting in their levels being completely stuck by the quality and compatibility of their soul rings.
In the past, this would have been unimaginable.
After Shrek City was taken, the Elves' Orbital Airborne Divisions did not forcibly occupy civilian homes for the night the way the Sun Moon Empire had treated the Star Luo Empire.
The soldiers strictly obeyed military regulations and, before sunset, built multiple Combined Arms Battalion-level camps around the division headquarters at every major traffic artery linking Shrek City to the outside.
And inside one of those Combined Arms Battalion camps, Bakus, his body shrunken down, was angry because of one matter. He had suddenly been ordered to transfer out of the airborne division establishment and enter the Construction Corps to handle aftermath and governance work!
"To put it simply, this hardly feels like a war. It feels more like a game? Our predecessors from over two hundred years ago practically cleared out every powerful human enemy for us, but where did the gods supporting humanity go?"
"Why ask me? Buddy, it's not like I have over five hundred thousand years of cultivation. And although I'm royalty, my dad wouldn't tell me about matters on that level either."
Bakus sat on the camp's large square, watching the Elf comrade beside him pack his gear and finish the last bit of