Chen Lin narrowed his eyes, purple lightning flashing in their depths.
"People from ancient times?" Chen Lin sneered. His voice betrayed no emotion, yet it made Ye Wenjun feel as though he had plunged into an ice cave on the other end of the jade talisman. "Dead or alive, or some old corpse that crawled out of a bygone dynasty, anyone who dares attack Huaxia's army had better be ready to have their bones ground to dust and their ashes scattered. What's their cultivation?"
"The three leaders took direct hits from the latest bunker-buster missiles without a scratch!" Ye Wenjun spoke rapidly, his voice trembling. "The energy fluctuations captured by satellite put them at least at Nascent Soul! They call themselves the Silkworm God Tribe, and their Bronze Long Spears can tear through tank armor with ease. Advisor Chen, they're slaughtering civilians and building some bizarre bronze altar. Our conventional forces can't stop them!"
"Nascent Soul, and building an altar." A flash of savagery crossed Chen Lin's eyes.
It seemed the Ancestral Star's revival had unearthed more than heavenly treasures. It had also brought out ancient survivors who had lain dormant in folded spaces to escape the End of Dharma Age. Now that spiritual energy had returned, did these "rats" think the coast was clear, so they could come out to seize territory and keep humans as livestock?
"Pull the remaining troops back a hundred and fifty kilometers. Seal off the perimeter, and don't send them to their deaths." Chen Lin's voice was icy as he issued an unquestionable order. "Send me the coordinates. I'll personally deal with these rats in bronze masks."
Ending the communication, Chen Lin turned toward the three women who had just broken through to the middle stage of Core Formation, along with Chu Ran, Ruoxi,