"Wu Song, Lu Feiming, Zhang Pengcheng, Jiang Xueyao, Yang Xiaobing, Lu Yiyi, Zhao Afei."
"All of the above are cultivators gathered by Wu Song."
"They are assembling to complete various defensive-position assignments together."
"More cultivators may join, with Wu Song verifying and guaranteeing their identities."
"Witness: Zhang Zhiling of the Dao Registry Office."
The inscription was complete.
Xu Yuan put away the jade tablet bearing their joint filing, cupped his hands in farewell to Elder Zhang, and walked slowly out of the Underground Shelter. He lit a stick of Soul-Helping Smoke on the way.
The wind blew.
His thoughts wandered.
It was time to return to the Flying Boat.
But Jiang Xueyao and Zhang Pengcheng were now members of a Stars-tier team, with a 450% boost to their individual attack power.
Lower-tier teams were forbidden from attacking first.
In truth, returning a little later would be fine.
Should I ask around and find out how many beings from the Truth Void have arrived in the Primordial Era?
As Xu Yuan pondered this, he saw several low-tier Cultivators rushing his way.
"There's a Monster!"
One of them shouted in alarm.
Xu Yuan glanced at him and activated the Cycle Field. He immediately understood what had happened.
"Thirty li west."
With a boom, he shot away like a fading afterimage and arrived in an instant.
A high-tier Fiendish Monster had broken into the rear of the Human Race's defensive positions and was cutting people down like melons and vegetables.
Xu Yuan used no technique. He drew his Long Sword and charged, sword and man as one.
One strike!
The Monster had no time to react. The Long Sword cleaved it in two, and the force of the blow hurled its corpse hundreds of meters away.
Only then did Xu Yuan bark, "Go!"